All you muthas. This story just makes me happy. I bet all she has to do now during childbirth is cough. The MD better have a catcher's mitt handy.
I love kids. Well, mine, anyway. I spray the yard to keep your nasty bastards out. I hated kids, until one heartbeat after I found out I was going to be a father. As I've said, she announced it from behind a barricade, and was ready to run. Seriously. The look on her face when I burst into smiles and laughter was priceless. She obviously thought I had just been driven stark raving mad. And perhaps I had.
I don't care.
Well, I hope alla you muthas get a fierce pampering this Sunday. You took something serious, that was only poked at you in fun, and you created life. Not God. You did it. He made it possible, and so did your man, but you did it. You. What a glorious miracle, and I want to personally thank you all for continuing our human race.
Oh, and for all of your daughters I have enjoyed over the years...