As you all know (all 4 of my readers) I am about to enter a new, wonderful, scary, time of my life. I am going to be a father…let that sink in a bit… a father. Let me give you a little history first. I spent about 28 years of my life knowing for a fact that I would not have children. I didn’t want them, they didn’t want me and the world was rotating splendidly.
Then I met Ashley and everything changed for me. Suddenly I could see myself changing diapers and going to soccer games and not wanting to tear my hair out. I wanted children… they were considering me. Fast forward–we moved in, got married, deeply in love– Ashley says, it’s time. I say, let’s do this.
Now sometimes it can take months to years for couples to finally conceive. It took us 6 days. Apparently my application to be a father was approved by TUFAA (The Unborn Fetus Association of America) and I got pushed right to the front of the line. 6 days! I thought I would have at least a month to prepare myself but not so much. This is God’s way of punishing me for living a life of impatience. It’s ok, I deserve it.
I should be scared to death that I’m about to be responsible for a life but I’m not. What’s scary is how excited I am. I’m having a boy! I’m going to teach him to throw a football and how to drive and I’ll show him how to be ignored by women. I can’t wait until he gets here so I can create a miniature version of me and completely drive Ashley crazy.