We had another checkup at the doc yesterday. They looked at the heart rhythms and movement of the kids, and measured their respective amniotic fluids. And the little overachievers looked pretty good. Plus, the wife met her weight gain goal. So we’re greenlit for another week of eating, resting, and waiting. Thirty-two and a half weeks and counting.
In other news, I went to the baby section at Target yesterday and stopped dead in my tracks. I think it was the combination of the smells of all of the Johnson’s & Johnson’s Products, I don’t know. But I just breathed deeply and realized that I’m going to be a father very soon. I’ve been doing so much, and worrying so much, and thinking so much, and talking to so many doctors, and thinking about all of the huge responsibilities and obligations and ethical decisions ahead that I missed a little something.
I’m going to be the father. And I’m sure, as everyone constantly reminds me, that will be more difficult than I can possibly know. But it will also have moments of joy and laughter, and love and fun. And I can’t wait.