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PUSH: Secrets and Lies

When she walked away I got that sense of creeping dread -- not that our secret was unraveling, but rather the notion that she thought I was an idiot. "Poor, simple Jeff," she was probably telling her maid of honor. "His wife goes in the bathroom to puke her guts out and he still doesn't get it."

PUSH: Hopeless Dancers

According to one of Sarah's pregnancy books, Babu is currently hopping around in the womb like a Mexican jumping bean. Which means that the kid is already a better dancer than either of his/her parents.

PUSH: And Out Came the Wolves

The onslaught kept coming, and little by little, my things were forced elsewhere; eventually, the amount of space allocated to Man Stuff had shrunk to roughly a square inch. Last week, I gave up. The top of the stereo has now morphed into an unofficial "baby bookshelf."

PUSH: It's a Smell of a Town

If it's summer and your wife is pregnant, don't take her to New York. I love the city as much as the next guy, but walking the streets this weekend on our quick jaunt into town to visit friends, all we could smell was battling ethnic odors.

PUSH: No Candles

So on Thursday, I made Sarah a cake, put 30 candles on it, and sang to her in our kitchen. I'm the first to admit that it was a lousy cake, lumpy and too sweet. I think I forgot the baking soda. Sarah loved it.

PUSH: Periodic Table

Before I could protest, she slipped the instrument into Sarah's crotch and it disappeared. I winced, bracing for a blood-curdling scream from Sarah. Nothing. She didn't even look mildly inconvenienced.

PUSH: Fetuses Gone Wild!

I was shellshocked, the Crest dripping down my chin. Throwing up has become just part of her morning routine, like reading the comics or making the bed. I may have to start locking the bathroom door.

PUSH: Fowl Play

Somehow, shortly after she'd gotten pregnant, Sarah took an entire chicken, seasoned it with lemon, garlic, and rosemary, and absentmindedly left it in the oven overnight. Sixty-one nights.

PUSH: Wifezilla Vs. Expectant Father: The Domination

"I'm sorry for being a butthead last night," she said. "I'm sorry for reacting the way I did." We kissed again and that was that. It was a weird feeling, partially because it was our first argument in years in which she had been the irrational one and admitted as much.

PUSH: The Reveal

...look under their seat. When the did, each of them received a shock: an ultrasoun photo with the words, "Hi Grandma and/or Grandpa" on it. That is how Ben and Ursula came out of the prenatal closet.