My wife and I watched "Knocked Up" over the weekend for the first time. Between the nasuea and morning sickness jokes, comments about being an un-fit father, and the half-dozen hormone-instigated, insult-laden shouting matches fit into those two hours, I tend to believe the directors (both fathers themselves by the way) had a pretty good idea going in what they wanted to accomplish in the making of this film.
I probably would have found it way funnier about 3 months ago.
In reading my books and talking to other fathers I've yet to meet one that hasn't been thrilled that I'm going to be a dad. Most of the time this involves a handshake and the old "welcome to the club" speech. For the un-initiated this could presumably be translated into something along the lines of "misery loves company"; and I could certaintly understand how one might be apt to treat it that way.
Now into the ninth week of this however, I think I'm beginning to understand a bit better what they mean by "the club". Sure, there are countless nights, already, spent sleepless and wondering about things like "Am I going to be a good father?", "What about the midnight feedings and infinite diaper changes?", and my persoanl favorite: "How will I be able to pay for all of this?". But above and beyond all of that I'm so excited. For my wife and I to have a child that we can raise and share our love with is, next to my marriage itself, easily the most positively overwhelming feeling I've ever experienced.
And I think that's what fathers mean by "The Club"... they simply want others to understand how it's possible for them to be so happy/ excited/ terrified all at the same time.
You can't get that watching a movie.
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