“Pass another round, I’m drinking for two” said John as he pat the back of his best friend, Brian. Already three sheets to the wind, or rather four, depending on which way the wind blew, John’s cheeks were bright pink, as was his eyes. He went from friend to friend, each sitting on a high pub chair beside the black and white checkered bar asking if he had that pregnancy glow. “I think it’s the girl who gets the glow”, said Brian courtly. John just swatted his hand in the air towards Brian.

Lindsay, his best-friend since grade school came up to John sitting at the bar and kissed his left cheek ever so lightly. “You are so going to make a great daddy. You’re going to be one of those cool, young dads that everyone wants to spend the night at your house”. She still had that perky tone which reminded him of high school; John thought he saw a tongue ring when she spoke. If my daughter’s teenage girl friends want to spend the night at my house in their pajama’s to have a pillow fight, who am I to stop them?” Lindsay gave him a sharp look that even made Brian shutter. Brian gave John a look which warned him not to precede further, John just shrugged his shoulders and took another long gulp of his Bud Light.

“How has Nicole been feeling?” asked Lindsay concernedly. “She spends half her time eating food, and the other half puking it back up. It’s really a beautiful system if you think about it”. “I doubt she cares how she physically feels, she must be over the moon since she finally is pregnant”. “How she feels?” butts in Brian quickly, “He’s the one who should be sick to his stomach. He has spent over $20,000 for all those baby-making doctors. He’s worked two jobs for the past 2 years, held her hand for each doctor’s appointment. He should be the one to get fat and happy and have a glow”. Lindsay playfully punched Brian’s arm after he started laughing which signaled that he was only kidding.

“I don’t care if it’s a girl, boy, or it, as long as he’s healthy…..and has a penis”. Lindsay just rolled her eyes and made the “boys will be boys” expression. John stood up proudly with his shoulders back as far as they go and lifted his beer, “I may not be a religious man, but I do believe in God. And even though tons of women “accidentally” get pregnant each day having sex with a pro-athlete, and I had to spend over twenty grand, I am still a blessed man. I am going to have a child……likely a son”. The whole bar started laughing and clapping and passing around more drinks.