Day ?
I honestly have no idea what day it is in terms of the pregnancy. Women always know that stuff, but please don’t expect us guys to know this. And there’s something with semesters or trimesters or whatever that stuff is called, I don’t care. You know, for Jo you’re some kind of ‘miracle’, but for me you’re one sperm that had the nerve to survive and made its way right to my wife. I don’t know what to say to you right now, it’s not like you can hear me or anything. You can’t even think, you’re just a thing right now, a tiny thing that messed up everything. I’m not sure if my attitude towards you will change within the next days and weeks and months, it probably will, but right now I have nothing to say to you except that you’re not supposed to be where you are right now.
P.S: Just in case you haven’t noticed it already (which, of course, you didn’t, because you can’t think), I’m your dad. No, correction. I’m your father. I’m definitely not your dad, and I’ll never will be! Well, congrats…you’re one lucky…um…thing. Oh, and I already apologize in advance that I will curse a lot, but I seriously don’t give a shit if Jo wants me to stop cursing in front of you, I mean, you can’t even hear me, and besides, these are my thoughts, so actually nobody can hear me. That’s good.
I honestly have no idea what day it is in terms of the pregnancy. Women always know that stuff, but please don’t expect us guys to know this. And there’s something with semesters or trimesters or whatever that stuff is called, I don’t care. You know, for Jo you’re some kind of ‘miracle’, but for me you’re one sperm that had the nerve to survive and made its way right to my wife. I don’t know what to say to you right now, it’s not like you can hear me or anything. You can’t even think, you’re just a thing right now, a tiny thing that messed up everything. I’m not sure if my attitude towards you will change within the next days and weeks and months, it probably will, but right now I have nothing to say to you except that you’re not supposed to be where you are right now.
P.S: Just in case you haven’t noticed it already (which, of course, you didn’t, because you can’t think), I’m your dad. No, correction. I’m your father. I’m definitely not your dad, and I’ll never will be! Well, congrats…you’re one lucky…um…thing. Oh, and I already apologize in advance that I will curse a lot, but I seriously don’t give a shit if Jo wants me to stop cursing in front of you, I mean, you can’t even hear me, and besides, these are my thoughts, so actually nobody can hear me. That’s good.