The Waiting Game
The past nine months have honestly felt like a blur. Ever since Katherine and I found out we were pregnant, we’ve been going nonstop between doctor’s appointments, shopping trips, online research, and actually getting our house and vehicles fit for a baby.
But now that we’re approaching the due date, time seems to have slowed down. Baby’s doing well. Celebrations with friends and family have been held. The nursery is ready. I even channeled some of my excess energy into babyproofing everything way too early. And now… we wait.
People keep asking if we’re ready. My standard answer is, “As ready as we can be!” I’m not sure that anyone can ever be fully prepared for something as life-changing and unpredictable as parenthood, but we’re certainly excited. We’ve done as much as we can to get ready. And we’ve got an amazing support system of family and community around us.
So “ready” feels like an appropriate word to describe how I’m feeling. “Impatient” might be another one. I’ve known for a very long time that I wanted to have kids. And after waiting, praying, dreaming, celebrating, and preparing, the time is nearly here.
I just can’t wait to be a dad.