Urban Idealist

Becoming a dad at any minute is really a strange thing. Day after day Jen’s stomach appears ever so slightly bigger. That’s really fun and interesting me…it only means more discomfort for others of us who live here! I don’t know if I’ve fully processed being a parent. Today I was talking to the belly and I told her, “Hello! I’m your daddy! I get to be responsible for helping you be a good person! Hopefully, better than I am!” I think it was at that moment that I realized that at any minute I will be changed for all the rest of my minutes.

Lately, Jen has been having a hard time sleeping…it’s not like she has 6-pound-plus being inside of her or anything moving around at night…and why does our baby like to party already at night! She’s going to be defiant like her mom…I know it…or maybe a deviant like her dad…either way, we are in trouble! Jen not sleeping = me not sleeping. Last night after laying in bed for almost three hours I slammed the back of my head into my pillow trying to make a new nest for my head to sleep in…I was not pleased. I was responsible and went to bed early (for me) and the only gain I had was that I think I lost weight wrestling with the sheets. I woke up once and Jen was gone. I thought that she had just made one of her thousand nightly trips to bathroom. In reality, she was tired and went to sleep on the futon in the other room. When she came back in at 3:30am she woke me up again and I think that I used my head to form another head-nest in my pillow…hoping that it would be more comfortable than the previous one…I knew for certain that it was deeper!

Any minute now I could hear Jen say one of a few things…some lines that run through my head are: My water broke! My stomach is cramping! I think I’m having contractions! Any of these phrases will change my life forever…and that could happen literally any minute.