Ah, Labor Day. A day when we celebrate labor and all of its laborious labors.
And who among us hasn't labored over laborious labors at some point in our labors? Heck, you may be laboring right now! You might even be IN labor! And that's the labor regarding which I have begun to labor over this post. Laboriously. And from a guy's point of view.*
(*Bearing in mind that, since I AM a guy**, I've never had to bear children myself - laboriously or otherwise.)
(**This is john, btw)
Okay, that came out wrong.
The point is: you're pregnant. And now your belly looks like this:
Or, if you're of the clothing persuasion, like this:
You know, weird cravings and all that.
Anyway, a couple of weeks later the kid wants out:
Only, you know, more goopiness, screaming, nudity, and the doctor's skin under your fingernails. Really, it's kinda like a SAW movie, except you can't sleep afterward because there's an unfamiliar person screeching in your room, as opposed to just in your nightmares.
And then, after all that hard labor, you have a beautiful baby:
I mean, probably not, but there's really no guarantee.
So anyway, good luck with that, and happy Labor Day!
Meredith, Stephanie A., Anony M., Gina R., Stephen, Ginn, & Julie W., may your labors never be in vain. Or in cake, for that matter.
And from my other blog, Epbot: