A baby is coming

I was milking that half-asleep period of the morning, the one where you are caught between the warm comfort of bed and the pressing commitments you have for the day.  Marie had already mustered the energy to escape the bliss of her den of blankets and had sauntered off to the bathroom.  I had almost drifted into a dream when she returned, shoving what looked like a thermometer in front of my sleep-filled eyes.  "What," I asked, "are you fucking sick?"  "No," she replied, "look..."

"I can't see..."
"Does it say what I think it says," she asked?

Her sentence quickly forced me to realize that she was holding a pregnancy test, rather than a thermometer. "What the fuck does it say," I asked, somewhat impatiently?  "I think it says I'm pregnant," she answered.

That is how Marie and I started Sunday, July 5th of 2015.  Soon afterwards, she took a second test to confirm that she was, in fact pregnant.

Today we are sitting at 34 weeks.  I can't believe that, in roughly six weeks, I will be holding my firstborn child.  I am both thrilled and terrified at the prospect of being a dad.  However, right now, I am feeling mostly humbled and blessed at the coming oppertunity to watch this little guy come into the world.