I would rather nail my tongue to a table then be taken several hundred feet into the air and pushed from a plane. There are a million things that can go wrong. Lord have mercy. Do you know how long it took me to get up the nerve to ride the Top Thrill Dragster or the Millennium Force? I was a mindless, melt down having, panicky, screaming infant on those.
At first I took it as one of those things you talk about doing, but you never actually do. Not Sharb. He's already doing research on where to go, the cost, when to go, etc. I just sit there doing a face palm. It obviously means a lot to him, but that doesn't mean I have to agree does it? Isn't there a command somewhere that says "Thou shalt not put your wife in a position of losing control of her bladder"?
I'll be a mommy. Isn't there a rule I should be treated delicately and such? Having me jump into thin air with nothing between me and my body except hard ground isn't exactly what I'm looking forward to after giving birth. My friends think I should do it. They're not exactly sane either.
Apparently we'd be parachuting with instructors which means I'll be strapped to some guy which isn't safe for him. I can't go through a Halloween spook house without causing bodily harm to someone. Whoever this man is will not wanna be strapped to me. That would be like strapping him to a leopard. I'm a lethal weapon man. I have nails and teeth! Once we hit the ground he'll be a bald mess. Hit. That's a bad word!
If not for me...do it for the poor instructor Sharb. Think of your fellow man. You don't want to unleash this blonde Tazmanian devil in mid-air with some defenseless man do you? He'll be traumatized for life. He'll never forgive you!
Take your time Darian. Cook as long as you like little one. Mommy wants to live...
