Me too. I've got three kids, by which I mean I stood around and did damn near nothing for a few months, during which months my wife Judith got to where she couldn't get in the car because swelled up like she had somehow swallowed a bowling ball, couldn't pick up things off the floor, suffered the usual variety of ever-changing medical symptoms, e.g., nausea, sleeplessness, etc., etc.
Then after those uncomfortable months of pregnancy the kids were born. I "delivered" two of them myself (not because I wanted to, but the midwife was late both times) by which I mean I mostly stood around biting my fingernails and watched, and then at the end I caught the kid and snipped the cord. Meanwhile for hours on end Judith underwent labor, it's kind of unnerving for me even to remember just watching it; judging by the sounds and the expressions on her face during those hours, if I had ever had to put up with what she put up with I would expect the Congressional Medal of Honor.
"All responsibility and no rights"? Considering our different efforts and travails, that sounds fair to me.
Yours Old Dad - WKiernan at concentric.net