These have been my last days as just any ol’ someone. In a few hours life will cease to exist as I have known it to for 30 plus some odd years. The past 9 months have been a crash course in all things baby 101. Don’t even ask me about proper foods for mom-to-be’s pregnancy diet, or the do’s and dont’s of the correct way to breastfeed, or even the best “breast like” BPA-free bottles on the market, or the most ulitarian stroller you can buy. Cause if you do, not only will you get a full on sales pitch of these products and techniques, but I’ll most likely give you a demo too. And please don’t get me started on the Secrets of the Baby Whisperer or I’m likely to bore you for an hour.
But alas, this is it. The final exam. In just a few hours my beautiful mom-to-be will have our newborn son extracted from her uterus with surgical precision. Then it will be up to us to keep him safe, love him dearly, and teach him everything we know so he can get by in these craziest of times. I just hope he takes a liking to his daddy.
To my soon to be born son: I love you with all my heart kiddo, and I haven’t even met you yet. I can’t wait for you to start saying those darndest things. And with parents like us, there’s no doubt you will.