My wife went into the Dr. to get some questions answered and in the process was told about all the “progress” she has been making. Something about dilation but I don’t want to think about any of that. So even though the due date is Jan. 20th the baby can come any day. I catch myself having a hard time going to sleep at night because I don’t want to be groggy and delirious driving to the hospital at 2am if the time comes. I know it’s a bit counter productive but I’m a bit neurotic these days.

The last month is the worst. All she really wants is to be done with the pregnancy but really would like the boy to be ready and deploy himself. The Dr. had other plans. I don’t know what the typical length of time is before the doctors say is the cut off but I would think it’s at least a couple weeks after the due date. So I was surprised when she explained to me that next week the baby will be here if he likes it or not. Well, she didn’t say it to me like that but that’s what I heard.

So as it seems, if the little man doesn’t decide to come by next Saturday, I’ll be welcoming a new life into the world regardless.

There have been a few defining moments in my life during this pregnancy. first obviously is when my wife told me we were going to be parents, then when we found out the we were having a boy. Both were very significant events. Over the past few months I have been well aware we are having a child and watching the little life form (alien) moving around inside but having the baby and ‘having a baby’ were two different thoughts in my head.

When I got home and heard a specific date was set I had another defining moment. OMG, I’m going to be a dad. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. I know I use this analogy a lot but I’ve been through a war and I wasn’t as afraid as I am about raising a child. I don’t think I am going to be a bad father, I just worry about being able to give this child everything he’s going to need to be the best that he can be. Unlike running around in camo with other soldiers, I am going to be responsible (as well as my wife) to take care of someone that is completely dependent on us. Am I weird to be freaked out about that?

So as I said, I am going to be writing more moving forward and I’ll be sure to post when the baby comes. Thanks again for all the comments and support.

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