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Why my work sucks for new dads

My wife’s work is full of ladies, more specifically moms. Besides the obvious benefit of getting lots of delicious baked goods brought into work they also are always willing to talk about babies, pregnancy, and the like. She also has a few co-workers that are also pregnant and they can all commiserate together. In my office at work I’m lucky if I hear a peep about kids or babies. If someone does happen to ask me a question it is usually “How is your wife doing?”Ugh, you know I am going through my own stuff too! I mean, I know she is the one dealing with the most changes right now, but just because I happen to have a Y chromosome doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to be engaged in a little bit of water cooler banter about becoming a dad. Unfortunately the people in my office, even if they are dads, don’t seem inclined to share their thoughts or feelings on the subject. SHE IS SO LUCKY!

I do have one friend here who had his first son almost a year ago. His little boy is super adorable and his wife is also pregnant with their second (another boy)! Their due date is about a month behind my wife and I which is also really cool. He’s the only one at work that I can chat with about cloth diapers, boppy pillows, and gliders. I try to hold back releasing this huge flood of soontobe dad geekery on him because I I fear losing my only workplace confidant. Last week he and I were discussing the benefits of bumbo seats and my one female co-worker goes “You guys and all your gushy baby family talk. Ugh!” Talk about crushing the mood. Thank God for the internet and the chance it gives me to voice all my overly excited squees regarding premium muslin cotton crib sheets, natural wool lanolin treated diaper covers, and 100% BPA free breast flow bottles. Seriously, if I weren’t as technologically inclined I would be left thinking that I was one weird dude that is getting way to invested in his not even born yet kid. Thank you fellow dad bloggers for all your posts, tweets, and instgrams about your kids!

Don’t even get me started on the weird looks I get at Target when I coo over strangers babies… Hey, at least I resisted picking them up and it isn’t like I’m breaking into their houses to breast er I mean bottle feed them.