Men have their own little fantasy vision of what they think parenthood will be like - they think it will all be fun and games, their kid will be their "little buddy" with whom they can play catch and go fishing. Meanwhile, the guy's wife will look and act exactly the same after giving birth and they will continue to have active social lives and sex lives. Once in a while, Duh can cart his kid around on his shoulders so everyone can see that his dick is nice and fertile, thankyouverymuch.
Then they realize none of this is meant to be. Wifey's cunt gets stretched out like an old sock, she turns into an ugly, frumpy, greasy, stretch-marked hog with saggy udders. She never wears makeup or does her hair or wears those sexy heels anymore - she'll wear flip-flops, pull the rats' nest back into a ponytail without brushing it, and probably won't even shower regularly anymore. Sex will no longer be exciting or fun - it'll feel like a chore, especially if Moo is jonesing for another loaf - there will be scheduled sex and you'd better fuckin' put out if you don't want her to get the sperm somewhere else.
These Duhs all just have that dead look in their eyes because they've watched their happy lives burn to the ground and, from the cinders, a fat-ass hog-wife and a screaming brat emerge. I don't feel sorry for them one bit because they chose it. They chose to stick their heads in the fucking sand and believe it would be all sunshine and unicorn taints to have the kid and complete the family without ever stopping to think that, just maybe, he and his wife were a complete family before the kid came along.
Fun fact: I have never gotten a professional massage and someday I kinda want to. I'm a little embarrassed to get naked in front of a stranger because I'm kinda self-conscious about my weight, though I'm sure every massage therapist has treated someone a lot bigger than me at least once or twice.