I looked around the bed.
There were piles of books about pregnancy.
I also noticed my wife, whose stomach was as full as a mountain.
I quickly read the titles of the books.
At first glance, they were all books for pregnant women, and I couldn't find any books for husbands.
I soon started looking through books I could read.
What surprised me as I skimmed through the table of contents and content was that there was almost no mention of the husband.
Moreover, the experts who wrote these books spoke as if the husband's role was simply to transport sperm to the egg.
Does that make sense? Is that all a husband can do to manage this precious pregnancy?
It was only then that I realized that the book I was looking for was written by my husband, for him.
Rather than a book that tells you that a husband has little to do with pregnancy and childbirth, I want a book that teaches you how to act and react as a husband, helps you understand your wife's mental and physical state, and ultimately prepares you to be a good father and husband.

--- p.5

As we all know, women are different from men.
Women stay up all night listening to each other's little secrets, or even spend the whole weekend comforting each other at a friend's house.
Even if you don't end up coming to an answer, your emotions will eventually well up and you will be able to express the feelings that were suppressed.
For men, it's important to provide answers, but for women, it's important to just talk.
Even if a man confesses his feelings, he apologizes to his friends.
“I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time.”
The woman says this.
“I forgot to tell you the most important thing….”
--- p.31-32

Lie to your wife and tell her that her butt is still firm.
I told this lie to my wife a lot when I had my second child.
My wife often asked me, “Doesn’t my butt look saggy?” and every time I answered, “No.”
"really?"
"okay."
“Not even one?”
"at all."
“It’s strange, I feel like I’m drooping.”
One time, my three-year-old daughter almost messed things up while she was taking a bath with her mother.
“Mom, I have another butt!”
My wife glared at me and said, “You said you weren’t depressed?”
I answered like this.
“He’s comparing himself to the models on TV!”
“That’s funny!”
“It’s true……”
Never give in to this lie.
Your wife may seem to want to hear your true feelings, but she doesn't (her butt will probably get back to normal soon anyway).

--- p.61-62

At some point, your wife will be standing in front of the mirror, her gaze fixed on her breasts, measuring them with her hands.
When your wife asks, “What do you think?” you’ll probably respond with, “What do you think?”
Because you won't know how to answer.
If your wife has always wished for slightly larger breasts, she would be dancing with excitement, but the unfortunate truth is that it is temporary.
So you should never say that you are more excited because of your enlarged breasts.
How would you feel if your wife told you that your penis temporarily got a little bigger and sex became more enjoyable because of it? But what if she said, "Well, it's okay, but I liked it better when it was its original size?"
--- p.83

I had never even heard of amniocentesis.
I found out about it after my wife told me about it in passing one day.
“What are you going to do?”
I asked my wife.
“You’re putting a needle into the stomach? Near the baby?”
This test really fired up my protective instincts, but my wife simply replied, “The doctor will explain it to you in detail.”
I thought to myself, 'That smart, cool, knowledgeable doctor is going to explain things to this ignorant, impatient, and doctor-distrustful husband.'
After hearing the doctor's overly direct explanation, firstly, I realized that I was useless in front of nature and science, secondly, I gave up on being a hero (how could I be a hero and save my wife when my lips were trembling?), thirdly, I was scared (I just hoped for a good outcome), and fourthly, my trust in doctors decreased even more.
In fact, all of this was too much to take in at once, and my body took the necessary action.
The sky began to sing.
"this……."
Feeling dizzy, I said, “I need to go out for a bit and get some fresh air.”
It may be just my imagination, but for a moment, the doctor seemed to have a sinister smile.
I came out and looked around the waiting room, and all the pregnant women were looking at me.
I could read these words in their eyes.
“I told you, men are weak!”

--- p.111-112