It's over
Don't get me wrong, I'm not scared of the kid. What's she gonna do? Gouge my eyes out with safety scissors or one of those rubber coated spoons? Nah. I think the most bothersome part for me will be my forced transition away from my typically selfish approach to daily life. I've already warned the Mrs that I'll be passing out during the delivery. Yep, that's me -- setting expectations appropriately on the front end. It's not that I'm scared of the birthing process so much, but rather the reality of what's happenning and who it's happenning to. It's been an entirely different experience for the wife over these past months. She experiences the whole baby thing in a daily, personal way. Me -- to this point it's pretty much been "Geez, she eats a lot. What's with her?" Ok, slight exaggeration, but you get the idea. You know by now that we're denial-prone as a gender, right? I'm just predicting queeziness as my reaction to the collective weight of the revelation that will be hitting me at that moment.
The closer the delivery date gets, the more anxious I am for it to be over. I can't handle the suspense - which is why I don't like scary movies. It isn't the fear factor, just the "get it over with already" feeling. Everyone keeps saying that my life is going to get turned upside down. Ok, so let's get it over with already. Enough with the pregame festivities, let's pop that sucker outta there and get this show on the road.
Wish me luck
