When you get married, let’s be honest, you have no idea what you are getting into. When you are all googly-eyed and in love, floating down that aisle on your father’s arm, watching your groom beam at you, you never think you will one day tearfully (okay, hysterically) say to him in a hospital room after you’ve just birthed him a child:
“I’m just really scared I’m not going to be able to poop.”
And you never dream he will say in return:
“Honey, let’s just get you a suppository.”
Ah, sooo romantic. The stuff dreams are made of, truly.