My son Charlie just turned two years old, and I’m pretty sure he’s my best friend.
It’s hard to believe that my newborn son is already more than a month old, but this calls for some reflection on the new stage of life that we have entered—man-to-man parental defense. With one month in the books, I’m proud to report that we have thus far largely flourished under these new conditions.
We have now entered the same month as our due date, the official sign that we are in the pregnancy home stretch. Soon we will reach the surreal point where the milk in the fridge has a later expiration date than this pregnancy. Are we ready?