It's still nothing like really being pregnant

Oh lord. I was going to do a post on how blogging has become my form of nesting over the past few weeks as Mrs. E.C. gets ready to give birth to Baby Boy E.C., but I was thrown all out of sorts when I came across this website.

I did the normal Google image search to find just the right picture for this post, when I came upon the above image. HaHa, I thought, someone else has a sense of humor about this becoming a Dad thing. Then I clicked on the web link, and discovered that the photo of the "empathy belly" was meant to be taken seriously. Further proof that, as openminded as I try to remain, there are all kinds of alternate universes out there that I know nothing about.

So now I know, if I fail as a dad, it will be because I didn't have an empathy belly. In all fairness, I have been doing a decent job of gaining an empathy belly the old-fashioned way - through the heavy consumption of cheeseburgers and marshmallow-filled candy bars.