Regardless of when the parenting chip kicks in, we all find ourselves going through a roller coaster of emotions, most of which (for men especially) are totally new and foreign. I went from being a care-free, cock-eyed optimist to being an overly paranoid slightly schizophrenic father-to-be. I never even paid much attention to children while out in public until I found out I was joining their club. Now, with absolutely zero parenting experience, I find myself judging and critiquing others parenting abilities in ways that don't even make sense. ....
"Honestly, who straps their kid into the stroller like that!?"
"Hmmm, hey babe, is it me or are they intentionally trying to make their kid look like Pauly-D??"
"Oooo, look, look at this lady try and feed her kid goldfish!! HAHA, you call that feeding???"
"Wow, chicken nuggets??!! You might as well start auditioning her for The Biggest Loser for Toddlers Season 7 now!"
Not sure if I'm the only one who felt that the first trimester would never pass, but now that we're half way through the second trimester, I can hardly keep up. The list of honey-do's is steadily growing, almost in direct proportion to my lady's stomach. As uneasy as the first 3 months made me feel, the next 6 are going to be amazingly hectic. And though I'm sure every parent reading this is saying to themselves "You aint seen nothing yet!", I am already bracing for impact with one hand, and multi-tasking with the other.
High-Five Friday from the Little Man!
I should probably mention something about how all of this has nothing to do with my better half, who has been nothing but amazing over these past 19 weeks. She's been calm 99% of the time, never gorging herself on pickles or unnecessarily hurling expletives or canned goods in my direction. She focuses on how to redecorate the little guys room, while still working out and an insane schedule, all at the same time. I don't blame her for making sacrifices in order to continue doing the things that make her feel a sense of normalcy during all the chaos. And if it means me taking cold showers now and again in order for her to sleep, than so be it. Sex is SO overrated anyway.....SH*TF%CKBAST&RDMOTH#REFFDEARGODWHY??!!.....ahhhhhh, that's better.
How would we (men) be if we were in their shoes? Hmmm, maybe this is a subject in itself, but what do you think would be the biggest difference?? What positive/negative traits would we develop upon finding out we were now plus one, and eating on their behalf??
We still have a ways to go, and even though we're in the middle of an amazingly beautiful and terrifying fire, I'm learning that I have the ability to either fan the flames with my stupidity, or heroically rescue her from the blazing inferno known as planning for first time parenthood.