David Jacobsen

This isn't your father's book on fatherhood.

When I found out my wife, Christine, was pregnant, I had no idea what I was thinking or feeling,
and no clue what I should be thinking or feeling.  Christine had daily heart-to-hearts with her
girlfriends and a stack of parenting books by her bed.  I had lots of questions with no answers.
So I started writing.  It was either that, or try to ignore the whole thing-a choice that became increasingly
difficult as Christine's belly became increasingly swollen.

(Book's condition:  Old paper)