I’m totally with Micah on this one. (And timing the contractions in a spreadsheet — well, duh! How else would you do it efficiently?) The thought of seeing the woman I love in horrible pain, not to mention the blood, raw tissue, and whatever else would be awful. (I once got light-headed helping my wife lance a blister. Seriously. I don’t do blood well.) To me it would be like the chest-burster scene in Alien, only with people in gowns yelling “PUSH!” Not the only reason I’m not a parent (timing and other factors play in) but I have never wished to be sitting in on a delivery.
That said, kudos to Micah for being there anyway. Give him a manly punch on the arm for me and tell him he’s a great husband.