Things not to say to your wife during labor.

I meant for this to be the last thread I started before my daughter was born. Time flies.

One exercise we did in childbirth classes was come up with lists of the best and worst things a birth partner (usually the father) could say to a laboring mom. Some of them were serious, but the best were sort of funny:

“Are you done yet?”
“Do we get ESPN here?”
“Do you think it’ll take much longer? Denny’s closes in an hour.”
“Can you hold on a minute while I go check my email?”

After class, my wife and I were trying to do better. Our current favorite:
“Check it out! We get the sexy nurse!”

Anyone else have any suggestions?

(And for the record, my wife says I said all the right things. Kept that sexy nurse observation to myself, I did.)

“Wow, you are really going to be loose after this!”
“Can I just come back tomorrow when all this is over?”
“I hope the kid looks just like my mom!”
“Oh good grief, you act like it’s so painful. Suck it up!”

How much recoup time are you going to need before we have sex again?

My friend actually said this to the doctor when his wife was about to request some anesthesia:

“I don’t think she’ll need the epidural.”

Somehow they’re still married.

Other ones:

“I’d love to stick around, but I promised the boys I’d meet up with them to watch the game. Just call me when it’s almost time for the baby to come out.”

“Baby, this hangnail is killing me!”

“Shhh, try not to be so loud.”

“Your breath smells. Have a tic-tac.”

“I’m worn out, standing here all this time.”
“Hey Doc, throw an extra stitch or two in there. For me.”

“This is makin’ me horny.”

“I’m going for a smoke. See you in a few.”

“Look! You shit yourself! Ha-ha!”

My husband actually said to me, “It couldn’t possibly hurt that bad.” Mid-contraction.

I reminded him of this last week (two years later) when he jumped around the yard screaming because an ant bit his toe.

Wow, he was able to walk again after only two years?

My son was born in a hospital that lets the babies stay in the same room as the mothers. After the labor was finished the nurse explained that visiting hours didn’t apply to new dads and he could stay in the room with us. My (now ex-) husband thanked her and declined. “I think I’ll go home,” he said “I’m kinda tired.”

It doesn’t directly addres the OP but I wouldn’t quite call it a hijack, either.

Okay, this makes me want to kick my husband in the balls because, nice as he is usually, he was a real shit at the time.

Five minutes into our walk in the walking hall: “This isn’t doing any good. Lets go back to the room!” and he headed back. Oh, on his way he had a fight with a soda machine .

“I’m hungry”

“I’m thirsty”

“I’m tired”

“I’m cold”

“Can you believe the flavored coffee is $1.15?”

“The cafeteria was closed so I’m going to Dunkin’ Donuts.”

“The line was too long at Dunkin’ Donuts but I’m still hungry and thirsty.”

Our son is 6 3/4 and, obviously, I’m still not over it.

Oh, and “I don’t think I’ll stay overnight. The cat needs me.”

He HATED that cat!

Those stirrups are not a good look for you.

“Oh, so you think you’ve got it bad…”

Y’all are giving me the best laugh I’ve had in days - I’m having to put my hand over my mouth so my cow-orkers don’t hear me!

“I mean, c’mon, honey, you said it would be like passing a bowling ball. That thing’s nowhere near as big as…a…holy CRAP look at the size of that!”

Keep it simple. Look down towards where all the action is happening and proclaim loudly, “EWWWWWW!!!”

My cousin’s husband did that

“She made a little poo!!! What will we name our poo honey?”

I don’t know if my leg got pulled but one of my friends told me that when his niece was born his brother-in-law said, “aww, you smell just like your mommy’s pussy!”

If they have her hooked up to a monitor, when she’s having a contraction and the little graph thingy is spiking, go “ohh, good one!”…or generally be paying attention to the monitor and not her.

I didn’t do that, myself, honest. However, I was a bit nervous and kept having to go to the bathroom, which annoyed my wife.

“I’m gonna go do a doob in the bathroom. Be back in a jiff.”

“Psst. Wanna hit?”

“if you can hold off another 8 hours, the baby will have the same birthday as my ex.”

“I’m gonna try to catch some z’s. Wake me up if anything happens.”

“I’m calling Domino’s.”

Actually happened to me:

In Lamaze class after the instructor mentioned that some women get a “nesting instinct” and clean compulsively prior to labor:

“When the nesting instinct hits do you think you clean out the downstairs closet? It’s really messy.”

During labor a baseball game was on TV. Every time the doctor entered to check on progress he’d ask “What’s the score?”