Yesterday was my first Father’s Day, and my wonderful
wife turned it into a great weekend on behalf of Susan and four-year-old dog,
Oscar. She planned a fun family picnic to the Historic Occoneechee Speedway
Trail, which is (history lesson) the last remaining track used during NASCAR’s
inaugural season in 1949. It was a great idea because the entire family,
including Oscar, could come and celebrate Father’s Day while doing some things
that we don’t normally do: semi-hiking/exploring our town/nature and shit.
Well, it turned out to be great fun for everyone, but I don’t think anyone
enjoyed it more than Mary, who got to show me a little bit of what she went
through during the 8.75 months prior to Susan’s arrival.
Father’s Day was also the debut of the Baby Bjorn, AKA
the Male Pregnancy Simulator 3000. Here’s a picture of me proudly sporting the
new baby carrier, complete with 15-pound baby accessory.
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Before I learned the truth about the Baby Bjorn. |
Susan fussed at first, but once she got snugged up, she
was happy. I walked her around the house for a few minutes to get a feel for
it. It was great! Carry the baby AND have two hands free? Absolutely! Why, I
could read a book, mow the lawn or pretend I was trapped inside an invisible
box…the possibilities were endless! If the people on the Baby Bjorn box were
any indication, hiking and picknicking was going to be a blast!
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This family is all geared up for tennis followed by bowling and rock climbing. |
If anyone needed a reminder, my wife carried Susan around
in her womb for nine months. Yes, she occasionally said that her back hurt. I
tried to be as sympathetic as possible. Well, after carrying Susan around in
the Baby Bjorn for an hour, I’m now certain that I could never handle being
pregnant. I’m a moderately fit person, but nothing, and I mean NOTHING, can
prepare any man for the first time he front loads his three-month-old infant
and starts walking. As it so happened, my first experience with man-pregnancy was
on the trails of a North Carolina state park. With hills.
As I said, I never tried the Baby Bjorn before Father’s
Day. The packaging on the box shows a happy father and his happy baby trouncing
around who-knows-where with smiles on their faces. What it doesn’t show is how
complicated the contraption is to put together, the father swearing during
assembly and the baby wailing as it’s “inserted” into the carrier. Never in my
life has fitting two pieces of equipment together been so difficult (Hold the
sexual jokes please. I figured that out eventually, as evidenced).
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Nowhere on this box are the words "Some assembly required." |
What the BB also fails to show is the excruciating back
pain you get from trying to stay upright while gravity latches onto your 99th-percentile-weight
baby and pulls you both unyieldingly to the ground. When Mary was pregnant, her
worst back pain was right between her shoulder blades. Guess where mine was. I complained
once, and Mary shot me a “Well now you know what it feels like to carry a baby
in your uterus.” I didn’t complain anymore.
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At the halfway point...the Baby Bjorn is no
longer "hands-free." | . |
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I’m
not complaining now, either. Today was one of the best memories I'll
ever have and easily the most fun we've all had as a family. I just
wanted to share
with the dads (or dads-to-be) out there the lesson I learned on my first
Father’s
Day. If you want to know what your pregnant wife is going through on a
day-to-day, hour-to-hour or minute-to-minute basis, just strap on the
Baby
Bjorn, drop a 15-pound bowling ball in there and walk around the house.
Hell,
just sit down for an hour and tell me that’s not difficult. If you drop
something, don’t bother trying to pick it up.
So on my first Father’s Day, ironically, I
gained even more respect for my wife.