Scathing Book Reviews of The Expectant Father: Facts, Tips and Advice for Dads-to-Be, by Armin A. Brott

The Expectant Father: Facts, Tips and Advice for Dads-to-Be by Armin A. Brott was one of those books I read while my wife was pregnant with our son. After almost eight years of fatherhood, let me tell you, reading books about parenting isn’t going to hurt, and it might even help, but there’s nothing like on the job training to help you learn to appreciate the smell of a healthy poop or the sound of a snoring infant.

What’s my review of “The Expectant Father”? Well meaning, but ineffective, like a lot of Dad books, and more than a few parents books (and parents) too. These Scathing Book Reviews of The Expectant Father are pregnant with criticism:

So far, I’ve waded through dozens of hints of how to share in my wife’s experience – making a plaster cast of her belly, taking bottoms-up photos to record her progress… My wife would kill me. Then there’s the chapter suggesting sneaking the placenta out of the hospital for a ceremonial burial.

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If you are the type of guy who feels like saying to your wife, “Hey, I’m pregnant too” then by all means, read this fluff.

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I quit reading after he devoted a whole page to saying that he took his placenta home, stored it in the freezer (along with some of his friends placentas…) then buried them and planted a tree over them. Hope he doesn’t grab the wrong item when going in for leftovers…

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I got this book from my wife and after reading it, I wished she hadn’t spent the money on it; burning the money would have been a better use for it.

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I got this book for my husband, hoping it would help him to understand and participate in our pregnancy. Instead, it has turned out to be a source of comic relief! That anyone can take this book seriously is laughable.

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If you need a book to explain to you that you will soon no longer be the center of your pregnant wife’s universe, you need some serious counseling.

…and this, which equates the Neanderthals with “The Greatest Generation”. That explains a lot about the VFW hall (I kid, I kid):

this book is writen by a caveman for cavemen. If you found this book helpful you should not be having a baby, or you live in the 1940’s.