There are so many things I love about fatherhood. But at times, I do get jealous of some of the benefits of motherhood that I can't enjoy. One of those benefits: mom powers.

It started early on, when the boy was just a couple of months old. My wife started noticing that her biceps were firming up, even though she didn't have the time to work out. At the time, we just attributed it to her holding the baby a lot.

Several months later, she was looking for a specific one of her scrapbooking pens. She does her scrapbooking on the floor, near where our couches are. So I asked her if she checked under the couch, just to make sure it didn't slip underneath. I get down on my belly to peek under the loveseat.

"Not under here, hon. Is it under that one?" I asked. As I'm getting up, out of my peripheral vision, I see her lowering the couch down from over her head.

"Nope, I don't see it under here either," she says.

"Did... did you just lift that couch up over your head?"

"How else was I supposed to see what was under it?" she answered, as she went upstairs to check in our room.

A few weeks later, we're at a restaurant. It's mid afternoon, there is a pretty good sized lunch crowd inside. As we're eating, she says "Awww, little baby Morgan is crying! Poor thing."

I look around briefly, before asking what the heck she's talking about. "Over there," she points to a booth halfway across the room. After staring for a short while, I was barely able to see two inches of the handle of an infant seat that was visible over the table. As I listen, all I hear is normal restaurant din.

"Two things," I said. "First, I don't hear any crying, what are you talking about? Second-" Before the second thing got out of my mouth, the (woman who I presumed to be the baby's) mother picked up the baby from the seat, and the baby appeared to be crying (I still couldn't really hear it though). "Um, and second, why did you call her Morgan?"

"Oh, you didn't hear them say that when they sat down? She called the baby Morgan. You didn't hear it?"

Important Note: For you wiseguys out there who are going to make some comment about how men don't listen or something like that, I would like to point out that I had a hearing test done in March, where it was determined that I have excellent hearing. Additionally, as someone who doesn't talk, I pride myself on my ability to listen. So SAVE IT.

Super strength and supersonic hearing. All I've gotten since the boy's birth are less sleep and the beginnings of a pot belly.

At least my boobs never leaked. I've always got that.