I'm probably too late for you to see this, but I'm also a huge pussy (no offence) when it comes to stuff like this. Specifically, I pass out every time I get blood drawn and nearly pass out when I see others get it done. When the nurses asked me if I thought I'd pass out they laughed when I said "almost definitely" since they say most men try to act like a tough guy but often hit the ground as soon as crowning begins.

Anyway I just wanted to say that the "once your kid actually gets here it’s a different ballgame" thing was extremely true for me. I stayed in the room and I didn't pass out even when they had to do a C section and I watched her get cut open and have a baby pulled out. Thinking about it now makes me a little nauseous.

But in the moment I was in an almost zen-like calm state of mind. There was this overwhelming sense of duty, like an animal instinct I had no control over. I needed to be there for her and my child and there just wasn't another option. I think you'll see what I mean.

No amount of psyching yourself up will matter because it's totally involuntary. And honestly if you pass out, you'll just be one of the many that do. But what is most important is to be there for your woman. Don't leave her all alone in there. It will likely be the hardest and scariest day of her life and she'd be better off with you in there sleeping on the floor than being in there alone with strangers. You're about to experience a kind of love you didn't know was possible. I promise it will be worth it.