Well, I guess my wife was right in the fact that I am 1/2 as responsible for the reason behind this blog so I better get my sorry butt in line and start posting. Unfortunately, I can’t use the patented ‘I hate writing excuse’ since we both received English degrees from the same university…I knew that would come back to haunt me somehow, someday!
I was thinking about how I would introduce myself to the blogosphere, more importantly this specific realm, and I thought what better way than to attack a few of the emotions that I am harboring through this process. You hear so much about how a woman feels through her pregnancy…don’t get me wrong, I am not downplaying the severity of hormonal changes and a life form growing inside of you….I am simply saying that my mind is racing, too.
I am a 27-year-old kid and now I get to have a kid myself. Everytime we drive by a Toys-R-Us or a Chuck E. Cheese I quietly think to myself how awesome it is going to be to get to go to those places again. Disney World…book it! Playground…done! Playdates…we will tear those things up. Playdates will never be the same. Having a kid may not be all Sand Castles and Awesomeness all the time, but that doesn’t mean me and my offspring can’t rock out those times when they roll around!
Do you know the feeling you get right after you walk out of an important job interview? You think, man I wish I would have said that different, or why in the hell did I wear that stupid tie. You analyze every little question to the very microscopic depth of its meaning to the point that not one single answer you gave sounds remotely close to being right. The tension, that terror is what I go through everyday of this pregnancy. Did we do everything right? Is Mel eating the right foods? Should I have taken more vitamins as a kid? Do you think that 20th shot on my 21st birthday will stunt his/her growth? Will they ever make ‘Alf: The Movie’ and do you think they just made “Saved by the Bell: The College Years” so Kelly and Zach would get married? I don’t care whether we have a healthy baby boy or a healthy baby girl, I just pray we have a healthy baby!
That’s right, fear. I think if any dad says he wasn’t a tad afraid of the road ahead then I think they are kidding you. There are no parental roadmaps and I will always have a little fear about making the right decision for my child, but thankfully I have an amazing family to show me a few detours and shortcuts to help me along the way.
Well, of course! I can’t wait till February, but I will enjoy the ride to get there. I have never been huge on picking out room decorations, clothes, or window treatments, but suddenly it doesn’t sound all that bad…don’t tell my wife I said that!