I'll try not to make this boring. I'm going to be a father. Not the "father" ( the priest type ) my grandmother wanted me to be, because thats too late. The father of a baby. When I heard this news, I was suprised at how excited I was. We have been "trying" for over a year. Which is not long for those who have been "trying". I admit up until now, I haven't given much thought to the "miracle of pregnacy" but from now my education starts. Fact: It's NOT the stork who brings the baby. This is important to know. Building bird houses will not help. Fact: pregnancy is not pretty. Well, not yet anyway. I heard that pregant women get a healthy flush during the later months, but the first two months are only the flush of the toliet. Before she was pregnant, she used to think it was my fault that she couldn't get pregant, but now it IS my fault she feels sick all day long, she says. The baby is the size of a bean now. She saw the heart the other day. This week she goes again to the doctor to have the "beanie baby" checked out. I'm excited and bit nervous during the first three months of pregnacy, but I think things will be fine.
