Who brought the dumb father-to-be?

Victoria and I attended Jaime’s baby shower this weekend.  Jaime is the girl that works with me and has moved into our neighborhood.

Jaime knows that I keep up with pregnancy information and that I am not afraid to ask her stupid questions about being pregnant.  She had a few friends at her shower as well as her mom, mother-in-law, and some other people we both know from work.  They started to play those baby shower games and I joined in (my first mistake).  The first one was to venture a guess on the baby’s weight, length, and birth date.

How hard could this be?  3 women went before me and I had inside information from Jaime per our baby discussions at work.  I couldn’t screw this one up.  Right?  WRONG!  It gets to me (the only guy sitting in the room — her husband had stepped into the kitchen — smart man).  Everyone is looking and listening and I say, “19 pounds 4 ounces”.  I didn’t even realize what I said.  Jaime shoots me a look and says “19 pounds” and I say “yeah”.  Then I realize how stupid I just sounded.  All my credibility with the women and my wife was wiped away in an instant!

So, let me explain…  I intended to say 19 inches and 7 pounds 4 ounces.  That all merged together into “19 pounds 4 ounces”.  Oh well, everyone had a good laugh at my expense.

A side note, I did horrible in “guess the type of baby food” — I got one right (and I cheated on that one).  I guess I have a lot of learning to do.