We're Having a Kid
It's official....Sarah is pregnant. We found out last week that she is around 5 to six weeks along. It looks like we'll have a little guy/girl around the first of March next year.
Just before Sarah and I were set to paint the new duplex (1800 square feet of fun), she told me that she thought that she may be pregnant. This meant that I had several hours/days of painting on my own. I hate painting and at first I thought that she made the whole thing up to get out of the work. 4 pregnancy tests later confirmed that she was in fact pregnant. It is not confirmed (yet) that I am the father and I will not pay a dime until a have 100% verification (hey, I'm not going to end up on Maurie Povich or Jerry Springer in 10 years in a show titled, "You paid for my kid for the last 10 years, sucker"). We made the announcement to our families on the 4th and I think they were all pretty happy (and a little shocked).
Sarah and I are both excited about it too. She has been feeling pretty good so far other than she a little more tired than usual and she has heartburn a lot. I too am tired a lot though.
I have to be honest when I say that I am pretty freaked out and scared about the whole thing. Don't get me wrong, I want a kid; but, I know nothing about being a father and I can't fathom being very good at it. Before you go and try to tell me that I'll be fine, just consider these points:
1. Kids don't like me. Ask them, they'll tell you.
2. I've never held a baby standing up (I don't know that I ever held either of my sisters kids when they were babies --- I was forced to hold Lily while sitting down in the hospital)
3. When I try to communicate with kids, they look at me like I'm an idiot.
4. I have a hard time accepting the fact that kids make messes. It's trivial, but it bothers me.
5. Kids are expensive and time consuming.....I am cheap and self-centered. This means that my kid will be wearing clothes that are two sizes to small so I could save a few bucks on the outfit and I will miss the majority of their activities because I will be doing my own things....such as hunting.
6. I'm nice to other peoples kids, but I'll probably be too candid with my own. For example, when he/she brings home a finger painting with all the colors swirled around and it's supposed to be a family portrait but it looks like a big glob of crap, I'm going to tell them that their art skills leave much to be desired and they should work on getting a lot better before I'll even consider putting it up on the fridge.
7. I'm immature and a bad influence. What hope will my kid have?
On the flip side, I'm really excited at the idea of what the kid could be. I started thinking last week (while painting) about what the kid could become. What if he/she is the next Einstein? What if he discovers the cure for cancer? It's pretty cool to think that he/she could make an unbelievable contribution to the world........something amazing! You never know the possibilities.
Just before Sarah and I were set to paint the new duplex (1800 square feet of fun), she told me that she thought that she may be pregnant. This meant that I had several hours/days of painting on my own. I hate painting and at first I thought that she made the whole thing up to get out of the work. 4 pregnancy tests later confirmed that she was in fact pregnant. It is not confirmed (yet) that I am the father and I will not pay a dime until a have 100% verification (hey, I'm not going to end up on Maurie Povich or Jerry Springer in 10 years in a show titled, "You paid for my kid for the last 10 years, sucker"). We made the announcement to our families on the 4th and I think they were all pretty happy (and a little shocked).
Sarah and I are both excited about it too. She has been feeling pretty good so far other than she a little more tired than usual and she has heartburn a lot. I too am tired a lot though.
I have to be honest when I say that I am pretty freaked out and scared about the whole thing. Don't get me wrong, I want a kid; but, I know nothing about being a father and I can't fathom being very good at it. Before you go and try to tell me that I'll be fine, just consider these points:
1. Kids don't like me. Ask them, they'll tell you.
2. I've never held a baby standing up (I don't know that I ever held either of my sisters kids when they were babies --- I was forced to hold Lily while sitting down in the hospital)
3. When I try to communicate with kids, they look at me like I'm an idiot.
4. I have a hard time accepting the fact that kids make messes. It's trivial, but it bothers me.
5. Kids are expensive and time consuming.....I am cheap and self-centered. This means that my kid will be wearing clothes that are two sizes to small so I could save a few bucks on the outfit and I will miss the majority of their activities because I will be doing my own things....such as hunting.
6. I'm nice to other peoples kids, but I'll probably be too candid with my own. For example, when he/she brings home a finger painting with all the colors swirled around and it's supposed to be a family portrait but it looks like a big glob of crap, I'm going to tell them that their art skills leave much to be desired and they should work on getting a lot better before I'll even consider putting it up on the fridge.
7. I'm immature and a bad influence. What hope will my kid have?
On the flip side, I'm really excited at the idea of what the kid could be. I started thinking last week (while painting) about what the kid could become. What if he/she is the next Einstein? What if he discovers the cure for cancer? It's pretty cool to think that he/she could make an unbelievable contribution to the world........something amazing! You never know the possibilities.
Comments
Wendy
Daniel, dont be surprised when you get screwed over at the baby showers and hospital...the baby and Sarah will get all the gifts...
No seriously...Congrats to the both of you.