So we are half-way through the expectancy.
(I am glad there are 40 weeks to pregnancy. Finding out you are pregnant and having a baby the next week would scare the living daylights out of me ((living daylights? where does that phrase come from? I'm not just making that up, am I? that's a real phrase, right?)). It gives you plenty of time to get ready (((is there such a thing as being ready for a baby?))))
Fatherhood is blowing my mind a little bit. What traits will I pass down to my child?
Luckily, Whit will moderate whatever craziness I send down the line.
Here was my reaction, roughly in chronological order:
d. what are we going to do?
Exactly how are you suppose to raise a child in the world if you don't have it all together? I guess everyone does it though, because honestly, who actually has it all together?
Then I realized that Whit and I are a good team. We are complementary (you look lovely). Our little baby is going to have an incredible range of influences to become the most well-rounded individual in history. (Is it strange that I am already bragging on / am swelling with pride for my baby, who is currently weighing in around half a pound?)
I feel like it is normal for expectant fathers to be nervous about being 1/2 of the biggest influence on a child. I suppose teaching has helped me be prepared to influence the future through molding the minds of children, but I feel a little more responsibility for my little one. Teaching juniors and seniors, they already have a lot of molding under their belts, so its not quite as much pressure.
I think I can handle it. I can teach my baby how to love music, how to love family, how to love nature, how to love its moma. (just noticed a theme.)
Maybe the most important thing I can do is teach my baby to love.
I think I'm good at that.
I've got this.