Horror-mones

We know that pregnancy is the hormonal equivalent to one of those so-called Perfect Storms like the 1991 Halloween Nor'easter, the encounter of huge air and moisture masses that turned the Andrea Gail into an artificial coral reef.

Leaving aside all the physical consequences of such smorgasbord of body chemicals, it's funny to observe how it plays out on the emotional spectrum of things. While mom is ecstatic about finally becoming, well, a mom, she's also having trouble with conflicting feelings that keep seesawing, like the joy of finally starting to show, and the self-consciousness of looking like Tweedledee or Tweedledum.

Hang in there, dad, and don't try to understand, and try not to cry or laugh. One confused parent is enough for Lil' Genghis, so... let's sing along!

Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Agreed to have a battle;
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
Had spoiled his nice new rattle.

Just then flew down a monstrous crow,
As black as a tar-barrel;
Which frightened both the heroes so,
They quite forgot their quarrel.