Admittedly, I've had a couple of glasses of wine this evening (and I'm at home babysitting the kids, recording NCIS and accessing a biking web forum, while my wife's gone to the pub), but I've been crying with laughter reading this thread.
Chucky's birth story really hit the spot!
When our second was born by planned c-section (first was emergency c-section), I discovered that the anethesetist was a cyclist, and had entered an event abroad that I'd previously completed. Needless to say, he and I spent the next hour discussing sportive tactics. Luckily, my wife took it all in her stride, said that the inane bike chatter took her mind off the operation.