When your wife says that she's feeling run-down, has no energy, and her stomach feels funny, pregnancy is typically the first thing that comes to mind when you're in my age bracket. However, when you're not actively trying to get pregnant, the second pink line is a little more shocking. I believe the exact verbiage used was "holy $hit!". Add to that the fact that I recently took a new job traveling 3 to 4 days a week and all of a sudden it seemed like my life was dumped into a Yahtzee cup and handed to some drunk uncle on New Year's Eve.
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| Not really my uncle...but could be related |
After doing the math, we determined that conception of our little gambler anonymous took place in Las Vegas. So that whole saying is crap! It doesn't stay in Vegas! It comes home with you and sticks around for a couple of decades. Damn you $17 margarita! Not to mention the final "joke is on you" moment...it's due on April Fool's Day. So that means that I will spend the first part of spring convincing people that I haven't seen in a while that it wasn't a prank and it really is my baby.
But now that I've faced reality, I'm excited to be a dad. I have always pictured myself as a father, throwing the baseball in the front yard with little Boy Jr., or chasing Girl Jr's boyfriends out of the driveway with my Glock 27. So here we go. We're 14 weeks in and the countdown is on. This will be a tale of learning how to be a dad, plus some other adventures mixed in too.
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| How you doin'? |
