“You’re going to be a daddy!”
Well congratulations, bub, and welcome to the hardest, most rewarding, and most mind numbingly awe inspiring job you’re ever going to have as the male member of the human species.
I’ve noticed that getting that news from your wife/fiance/girlfriend can lead you to have either one of two reactions. Either you feel it as the single most world changing event in the history of the universe, or it feels all very abstract. I have to confess, I was of the latter persuasion. I knew what it meant, I understood the responsibilities and the implications on an intellectual level, but it didn’t really hit me emotionally until maybe the 2 to 3rd trimester and I started to actually feel the baby in my wife’s belly. THAT was freaky. I had visions of Aliens and V going off in my geek brain – there’s a lifeform in my woman’s belly! – while at the same time it no longer became a theoretical little blob on an ultrasound.
2011 must be a banner year of Kieun’s friends and reproduction because quite a lot of my friends and my wife’s friends (aka our friends) are having children. It occurs to me that I haven’t really gone into the 9 month process leading up the D-Day (that’s D for delivery, pal). I could write a tome about it, but who’s gonna wanna read that? So I thought I’d put down some thoughts, observations, and other highly opinionated advice for anyone who may have just recently heard those fateful six words.