He's carrying high. That means it's a boy, right?
Remember her? No? Yeah, I'm not shocked.
Childbirth has made him sweatier and squintier than usual.
She's gonna have to do so much babysitting now.
Even the fantasy version of him can't dress right.
Is she ready for motherhood?
There's probably a naval pun here that I'm missing.
That wide shot is so "the hills are alive..."
Pretty much always boring.
So clearly not a grandmother.
To be clear: he ends up giving birth to a sandwich and pizza.
I'll warn you in advance: I'll be out of town next week and might be prevented from posting a new entry as a result. I'll do my best, but if I am several days late in updating, I apologize. I promise it's just a temporary setback. I'm not quitting this thing until it's finished.