Kids

Do you realize kids born within the last month have never seen an update to this site?  That's not a world I want to live in.

Speaking of kids (I'm practicing my transitions for my television debut) I'm going to be Daddy² soon.  Some of you may say "Wait just a minute my rotund friend!  Don't you mean Daddy * 2?"  No, Sir, I do not.  Because for each kid you have everything increases exponentially.  Cuteness quotient, drama index, and poopy diaper coefficient.

My wife is currently in her eighth month of pregnancy. (Side Note: Eighth is a ridiculously spelled word.  Just look at it.  That's one of the dumbest looking words I've ever seen.  Score one for illiteracy. At least they don't have to read it.)  She is enjoying all the fun things that come with being pregnant.  What's that?  There's really not much about pregnancy that's fun?  Well, then maybe we should carve this baby out and live it up.  But am I ready?

I sway back and forth when I walk between excitement and sheer terror.  I have never been a parent to someone under the age of two.  I assume the snarky comments and general sass-mouth (medical term) are replaced with bottles and diapers.  Other than that, I have no idea what to expect.

I am prepared for screaming children at 3 A.M. (and 3 P.M.) but am I prepared to parent an infant?  Can I give my newborn daughter all the love she deserves without making my son feel like I'm robbing him of said love?  Can I find time to show my wife that she's still the gorgeous, intelligent woman that I married even when we're both exhausted and delirious?  Can I find time to further my career/continue my education/pursue my dreams when I now have two humans depending on me for everything?

It's overwhelming.  I'm excited, but humbled.

I can't be the only person who's felt this way, right?