Let Me Guide You

Blessed, anonymous corner of the Internet, I seek your solace once again!

Formerly Flakey BFF is in the hospital, tiredly trying to pop out out her first kid, and I'm right there with her. I call the baby-girl-to-be Poppy.

This is hands-down the worst experience to which I have ever been a party. It is scary, boring, and there is nothing I can do to improve the situation except be present, keep my mouth shut, and cry out to strangers. Her husband pretty much has hand squeezing and encouragement on lock, but there's no way to leave at this point. I will feel like a total dick if I'm not around to pass the Chapstick and grab ice chips.

My advice to you, NuTangers: if you're not the baby-daddy, STAY OUT of the delivery room so you won't have to stay in. If you are the baby daddy, you'd better spoil the fuck out if that cunt and do everything her crazy ass says, so she doesn't need anybody else. If I ever do this again, I'm bringing my own emotional support.

For a second I misread this entry and thought you said this happened at a party.
» randomjunk on 2013-04-01 09:05:46

Oh crap! That would really be the least festive party ever.
» Someones_Muse on 2013-04-01 09:35:14

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