The Other F Word
The Other F Word
My wife is a midwife and she's constantly finding herself in situations (outside of work) where she winds up in contact with, or at least in the vicinity of, pregnant women—at the mall, at the supermarket, etc. And she can never decide if it's some kind of drawn-in-to-her-witchcraft-midwife-aura thing, or if she's just more aware of pregnant women, since her life kind of/sort of revolves around them.
Since my daughter was born, I've constantly had stuff like the above trailer come my way. I probably would have found The Other F Word interesting before becoming a father, but now that I am one, it has a whole new level of meaning and purpose and depth. And, I mean, come on—Flea! Why'd you have to go there?
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