I hate being a stereotype

Have you guys heard about this new show on Lifetime, "One Born Every Minute"?  It's a reality show, narrated by Jamie Lee Curtis, who is kind of awesome, about this one OBGYN wing of a hospital.  Each week, the show focuses on two or three women who are in the hospital to give birth.  It's at times scary, bizarre, disgusting, pixellated, and hilarious (those poor families who have to wait through 24 hours of labor start to get a little loopy after Hour 18).  The other day I caught the last 20 minutes of the show as I was finishing up some grad school work, and all of a sudden I found myself having to hold back tears at the tenderness and sweetness of seeing the new parents with their babies.  What the F?!  I wasn't even invested in the show and I still got sucked into the cuteness of it all.  I mean, when I saw one dad carefully stroke his baby's teeny tiny finger with his huge adult sized paw, I almost lost it.  And I don't even want kids!  At least, not any time soon.  Stupid hormones, making me devolve into an "ooh"ing, "gagagoo"ing mess.