The Food.

     There is absolutely no reason for me to go out and buy one of those sympathy pregnancy bellies for men. Just no reason. Partially because the concept itself is pretty idiotic, but also because my gut is growing faster than my wife's belly. She is eating all the time, so I'm eating all the time. It's nuts. Thing is, when she has the kid she'll instantly lose like 15 to 20 pounds. I can make my way around the block for the next ten weeks straight and drop 15 to 20 ounces. It's just not fair.
     The statement about it not being fair is probably enraging to certain women. I don't know how many times I've heard a woman blame the current state of her body on children. Not even her own children, just children in general. But I can't say I blame them. Certain articles insinuate that eating can be caused by stress and the released hormones (cortisol) increases the amount of fat stored. That's a one-two punch OF the gut.
     The cool part about my gut, is that she still loves me. Her love for me is definitely in spite of my gut and not because of it, but it's still nice to know she loves me regardless. There is an upcoming movie where John Krasinski, doing a terrible job at consoling his wife, says, "I love you no matter how big you get...even if it take months for you to lose all this weight". It was poorly executed, but the sentiment is there. Personally, I can't wait until my wife's belly explodes into a massive ball with the power to make complete strangers pat it. It's gonna be great!