I got invited to attend a childbirth once. Then I said a couple of things that got me swiftly uninvited. Of course - they were a bit weird but it occurs to me that many would go along just to be nice. I’m looking at you, Twenty-First Century Husbands. When Baby Miracle arrives you’re supposed to be in a bar across the street. Smoking. And swigging brandy. Where did we go so wrong?