I don't think I'd be good pals with the cussing, sports-loving, California-homesick author. And why do the review blurbs on the back claim it's an "unsentimental" book? He is SO sentimental---not always about the baby herself, but he over-romanticizes life in the Bay Area and New York, and can't conceive of living in the Midwest or even visiting a chain restaurant.
(Of course I can be as judgmental and sentimental as he is, in my own way... but hey, we always dislike those who remind us of our own faults, right?)
But it *is* a well-written memoir of how a baby changes your views on the world, your expectations, your preconceptions. I couldn't relate to many of his particular pre-baby habits and preferences, but I do relate to the process of change.
Some funny lines I can identify with:
* p.25: I'm sleeping. I should be sleeping worse, I really should. I almost wish I were sleeping worse if only out of a sense of solidarity (okay, not really). When morning comes I feel like I'm meeting [my wife] at the end of the marathon and we're standing around and talking about what a long hard race it was though the fact is that I took the bus.
* p.70: She's been crying differently, too, low and guttural, like a cement mixer. Sometimes she punctuates her cries with a shriek and it's a cement mixer running over a cat.