At fifty-three, Kevin Nealon thought he had it all. As a massive international celebrity with legions of loyal fans, a fabulous modeling career, hundreds of millions of dollars in the bank, and the most recognizable face on the planet, Nealon had accomplished the impossible: a thirty-year career in show business with only limited trips to rehab. But just like every other celebrity, this was not enough. The perpetually insatiable Nealon wanted more, and for him -more- meant a little addition that drooled, burped, and pooped (no, not a Pomeranian). Nealon details his trip through all the emotional stages of pregnancy-uncomfortable, denial, hungry, sleepy, self-conscious, hungry, confused, not-quite-as hungry but still craving something, sweaty, covered in cookie crumbs-all while struggling to keep his blood pressure down and find the time to read the latest issue of the AARP Bulletin. Wrestling with the dilemmas and fears that fathers have been dealing with centuries (Can I duct tape a crib together? Are baby presents really necessary if all they ever care about is the box? How I am possibly going to fit all this baby stuff into the house? ), the end result never fails to entertain with the frequent lunacy and inevitable joy that punctuate any story about parenthood. At once laugh-out-loud funny and remarkably poignant, Nealon-s entertaining perspective and his wealth of sarcasm provide a take on fatherhood that is as fresh as it is universal, always reminding you that half the fun of being a parent is getting there.