Heather wants to have the baby… like now. I’m “suggesting” that she wait until her family comes because of the support we’ll have. Like we have a choice. Okay, read that sentence as “because of the support I’ll have” because Heather will be fine but I have NOOOOOO idea what I’m doing or how to do it. As the youngest of three boys, I haven’t had too much exposure to babies. If you add all the time I’ve ever held a newborn, it would probably add up to 5 minutes. And any time someone puts (forces) a baby in my arms, all muscles tense up. Heather gets on me because I refer to “babies” as “kids”… as in “uh, babe, I don’t feel comfortable about holding the kid”. So I have no idea how I’m going to be with my new daughter. I’m sure I’ll be fine but that doesn’t mean I’ll know what to do when it’s just me, Heather, and Alana… alone. That’s why I’m glad that I’ll be eased into it by Heather’s family staying with us for a week.
I think the reality hit me when I went out to my car the other day to put something in it and saw this object invading my space. It was the extra carseat base that we installed that day. The crib didn’t do it, the baby showers didn’t do it, Heather’s nesting didn’t do it… it was the object in my space that made reality hit home for me.
Life is about to change forever.
So, I’m in this weird place. I love Alana but I don’t take change very well. There is an air of excitement around here. For me, it’s excitement mixed with a large dash of nervousness. So, as you’re praying for Heather and Alana, don’t forget to pray for the first time papa, would ya?
Thanks to my buddy Matt for taking this pic of me pushing Heather’s “button”. heheh