Our last doctor’s appointment was quite nice. The doctor told us that based on the babies movement and all the measurements and so forth that it could come at any time now. It’s still a little weird and has a bit of a non-real feel sometimes. Of course, now that the baby has grown a little, if I really need a dose of “this is real” I need merely to lay my hand on my wife’s stomach and feel him/her moving around and kicking at me.
Some days it seems like everything is ready. That I am ready. There will most certainly be somethings that we have forgotten, or simply didn’t know about. That’s not that big of a deal. We have made sure and gotten plenty of the essentials and even enough diapers to last at least a couple of weeks. What I don’t believe that either one of us is truly ready for is the reality strike. The strike that happens when you realize that, oh shit, I’m responsible for this little person. I truly am not all that worried. I think it will be more of an adjustment than anything.
Even so, the excitement that my wife and I share right now is so much more than it really has been throughout the first 9 months. Soon we get to meet that little person. If I disappear from here for a while, you’ll know why, but I really think that I’ll be sharing as often as possible.