Week 37: It's starting to become REAL!

Some parents out there may find it odd that my first post comes only now, 37 weeks into the pregnancy.  But to me, as a first time "pops" (a.k.a father), I feel as if my role the last 37 weeks has been more of a baker than the oven.  Patiently waiting for the dough to bake to perfection.  Trying to be supportive of the process and balance the changes in temperature within the oven (my wife).  But the simple truth is the true magic of pregnancy is the experience a father cannot truly understand the same way the mother can.


Whether it was setting up the crib, installing the infant car seat or, my personal hell, painting the nursery, my wife has been the all-star.  I am simply the bat boy.  But now 37 weeks later, I see that my perspective, my role and my responsibility is beginning to shift from that of a supporter to that of a provider.  From a classic movie (first person to guess it gets an equivalent of a digital beer):

"I am 98% excited, 2% scared.  Or maybe it's 98% scared and 2% excited.  That's what makes it so confusing."

The truth is, I am barely mature enough to take care of myself, let alone raise a child.  But compared to teenager parents, you might as well call me Danny Tanner.

My oven gloves are on, let's play ball!!!