The scene is Mother's Day, when a portly mama-to-be waddles up to church—much to the surprise of most parishioners, who were convinced they'd seen the last of her before the birth. The mama endures so many well-meaning pleasantries ("You better have that baby soon! You look like you're about to bust!"), that she decides to walk home (all 40 blocks), accompanied by Grandma Jellyspoon.
Hours later, early labor begins, forcing the mama to lie motionless on the couch. And that night, during negotiations for the household's only TV, she plays the Mother's Day/Incipient Motherhood double-whammy card. Her particularly offensive programming choices culminate in a PBS special on Mothers and Daughters, a tender treatment of the unique, tenuous-yet-unbreakable bond between the sisterhood of ohmygodmakeitstop.
The daddy-to-be retreats, awash in a maudlin riptide of estrogenesis. Will his manhood survive intact?
