3 months to go…..

So…. As of Monday, my wife and I are 3 months(December 6th being the scheduled due date) away from having a new member in our family. As i am sitting here at work waiting on my first coat of paint to dry, I can’t help but think about what it is going to be like being a first time set of parents’. A lot of our friends’ are parents, and they all have different stories to tell, all be it good or bad, and we have both listened tentatively to what they have had to say, and shook our heads in understanding accordingly. But we also know that all babies are different. From the moment that they enter this world, they are going to have their own personality right from the start. Our son might be that blessed child that sleeps all through the night, every night, or he could be an angry little monster, that as soon as the lights go out and you think he’s down, he starts screaming just to prove you wrong. But nevertheless, whatever kind of baby he turns out to be upon entering this world, it will not matter. Because he will be OURS. And that is what matters.

We have also finally came up with a few name choices that we both like. While we were in West Virginia over the holiday weekend at my sisters, we were talking about it one night, and my sister Dawn says she likes this certain name(she knows and wont tell!) and Leigha and I both looked at each other in agreement. We have since run the gambit on middle names and so on and so on, but I believe we are getting it narrowed down to the few we like. And when he comes into this world, everyone else will know his name, until then, our lips are sealed on the choices.

We also went to visit my mothers’ grave while we were there. It was a better experience for me this time, as I didn’t break down immediately. But my Dad has painstakingly manicured the plot, and kept the facemarker polished, as we all knew he would. But it hits me like a Mack truck every time, when I realize that my Mom will never get to hold her new grandson. He will get to know his Grandma Wimpy through myself and my sister Dawn, and my brother Jeff, but it wont be the same. My Mom was a “baby-whisperer”. If a child was crying at church, my Mom would reach out, and once the baby hit her arms, it was all over…….one happy child once again . I can only hope to have a small part of that gift she was blessed with.

I believe that is enough for now, need to get back to laying some paint on the walls.

New beginnings

First things first……never in my life did I believe I would be writing a blog. Butttttttttt…..the thought and idea of my wife and I bringing a new life into this world has changed my thoughts on the subject. I don’t know what to expect, or what is to come, nor do I know that I will have all the answers when the need arises, but I do know that if I can be 1/8th the father to my unborn son, that my father is to me…..then my child will be the luckiest alive.

Yesterday, my wife was 21 weeks along. A little over half way there. The excitement is there, but no worry or anxiety on her end yet. Myself on the other hand, is a totally different story. I wouldn’t say I have went into nesting mode, more like a “preparation is the key” kind of mentality. I have been working on the babys room all through the weekend. With the two walls covered in their choice colors, the frills and fancies are in the process of being applied now. I/we have a lot of little ideas tossing around, just like a final choice for his name.

But it will all come together soon.

Thanks for reading, and stay tuned.