The Unsupportive Louse has dimpled balls.
He hasn't always had dimpled balls, but now he does. When one looks at a pair of hairy, wrinkly balls, one does not instantly think "cute," but I'd say the dimples are pretty cute. Not cute like Baby, another category of cute altogether, but cute none-the-less.
And apparently when one has cute, newly dimpled balls, one wants one's wife to look at said cute dimpled balls and really...do Mother's of tiny babies have TIME to look at cute dimpled ball sacs? The answer, my friends, is no.
You see, having a baby will not ruin your social life, it will not ruin your body, it will not ruin your sex life. Having a SECOND baby...will. Everything you thought was a myth about the first baby after you had him or her; all those things that you thought you could throw back into under-educated and ill-informed parents faces; all that inner boasting you'd done...it's all come back to haunt you.
Because there's TWO of them now. There's no nap time phone calls to catch up with long lost friends, no easy runs with the immobile baby strapped into a jogging stroller, no afternoon quickie while the baby sleeps. Long lost friends? Forget you ever knew them. Jogging? A waste of time anyway. Quickie? Quickie what? No, really...what?
And even if, by some crazy chance, both of the product of your loins ARE sleeping at the same time, the LAST thing you're going to want to do is check out a couple scars between your husbands legs. Sleep would probably be the first choice.
Facebook the second, of course.