-The following takes place between 7am and 8am. Events take place in real time-
Initiate “Operation Freakout” because I just came to the sudden realization that I have only THREE weeks to go until I will be fathering a baby boy or girl. In just under 504 hours things are gonna get real, yo. I gave up and returned all my “How to Be A Dad” books and decided to take the route I took in school by just “winging it” with being a new father. Hey, it kind of worked then so here’s to hoping it works with raising a child. Who needs to learn how to change a diaper or to properly hold a newborn, right? It will just make for more amusing tales when I relate my fatherly mishaps to you all on this blog. My poor fathering techniques will be your entertainment.
Anyway, as I was saying, in less than 30,240 minutes Earth will be introduced to my offspring. If this kid is anything like me, let me be the first to say, “Sorry Earth.” Blame my wife. Speaking of her, as the due date approaches she is trying to put on a brave face, but she has her moments of sheer terror contemplating the fact that an object the size of a watermelon will be exiting her body soon. I really have no experience in consoling someone in these circumstances so I do my best by saying something clever like, “Yup…sorry.” I usually follow that up with a hearty pat on the back. Husband of the year award right here please.
Less than 1,814,400 second to go!
