Who has it better, Mom or Dads?

So through a simple Status Update on Facebook by a friend, Fatima, a furious, heated conversation was unleashed. Who has it better, moms or dads? Men and women alike rallied on both sides, battlelines were drawn, emotions ran high, tensions rose comparable to the Cold War days. Below are my thoughts based on my experience.

In terms of difficulty, I will say that women have it 65% vs dad’s 40%, yes it totals to 105% because, well, 35% for the dad is just too little, but 50% just seems unfair to the mom.

Yes, the woman will experience some changes, morning sickness and an expanding belly. However, what most people who haven’t gone through a pregnancy don’t know is that during first trimester the woman will have an “enhanced” look to her, sure, there will be some morning sickness, but it’s a tradeoff as it is offset by bigger boobs and booty (we latin men have an appreciation for good round booty that seems to keep growing). Not all women experience bad morning sickness. So as far as the first trimester goes, we’ll say that the dad has the advantage with 65% because he gets a hotter wife with no side effects on his end; the wife gets 35% because of the enhanced looks with side effects.

Now the 2nd trimester: This trimester is awesome and it’s also the easiest! The morning sickness if gone. Then the wife is starting to show a belly. You find out the sex of the baby. Everyone is excited and congratulating left and right. Generally people wait until the 2nd trimester to let the general population know about the pregnancy. Consider this the “honeymoon” stage. So, I have to give the advantage to the dad 60% vs 40% mom because of the slight weight gain.

The third trimester: This is the tougher part of the pregnancy. The baby moves and you can see it! You’ll see an elbow, or a leg sticking out of the belly. It gives dad and mom a “glimpse” into their little one’s behavior. However, this is a 70 % disadvantage for the mom because she can’t sleep how she wants to and is awakened by the baby’s kicks, which in turns causes a 30% disadvantage to the dad as he is also awakened by mom trying to get comfortable. This is the stage that the mom is getting bigger (she’s hungry all the time), her back hurts, her feet hurt, extremities get swollen (can’t wear wedding ring) and by the last month of pregnancy, she waddles around like a penguin. Mom doesn’t feel as attractive — but this is a huge flaw. Any men will tell you that when his wife is pregnant, that alone, for some innate reason, some natural process, some inalienable truth, is a turn on. Don’t ask why or how it happens, it’s one of those things that just do, like the migration of birds. Knowing that your beloved is carrying your child, your seed, your lineage, your generation; that you will only get to see her like that maybe only once, maybe twice, maybe three or fives times in your life, that is a turn on. Besides, that’s the stage when she glows, literally, take pictures, you’ll see what I am saying. This is the stage when she’s most radiant, more beautiful in a profound way. Yet, she doesn’t see it and this is the part when intimacy becomes tougher. So before you give the dad 0% credit, know that he is more than likely sex starved and is walking on tip toes in case the wife has one of those emotional tantrums hot pregnant women have been known for.

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A baby’s worst day ever!

Note: This story is based on a true story. If you love babies, have a weak stomach, are easily depressed by terrible news, or are a person that can’t handle a stories of babies having the worst day ever, we suggest that you click away from this site now. That being said, it must be also noted following story is based on a true story as written by Seanna Sofia Downs – aka “Little Mama” (named after her mom, “Hot Mama”).

Back then the world seemed so small, like a small box. Or as big as daddy’s bedroom and the living room where I would just sit and watch tv with him. That day, that unfortunate day, the worst day of my life, daddy was watching TV without me as mommy started putting layers and layers of clothing on me to the point that I could hardly move. We were going to the Doctor. Daddy stayed behind because he had hurt his leg and couldn’t walk. Daddy kissed me goodbye and then I was taken to the car. Once at the doctor’s office I was stripped off my clothes and stayed in cold room until the executioner came by with some sharp, thin sticks called needles. She stood in front of me and without warning, as I was charming my mommy with my usual “goo-goo and gaa-gaas”, she impaled both my legs with something called vaccines. I cried like I have never cried before. I felt like those needles had penetrated the bone and the pain was like nothing I had experienced in my whole life. I cried and cried. No one could comfort me. No kisses or hugs could take the chill and pain in my bones that the needles had left. It didn’t matter how much mommy rocked me, how much she told me it was going to be OK, how much she caressed me, it wasn’t ok, I still felt the pain, and tears ran down the cheeks that Daddy loved so much. Why did he not come with me and save me from this torture? How I missed and needed my daddy! :(
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