As of this writing, our son is three days past his due date and rapidly approaching four. Four days? Is that really all it's been? Each of those days has felt like at least a week.
They say that patience is a virtue. I'm sure it is. Unfortunately, I've always been a big fan of instant gratification. This makes the nine-month journey of pregnancy--a beautiful and wondrous experience, to be sure--just a little bit torturous towards the end for a guy like me.
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?
Since this week featured two back-to-back business trips for me with just a couple days at home in-between, my wife and daughter packed up and headed south for an extended stay with my in-laws. This means that for basically the first time since I got married, I have the house completely to myself for two nights.
My daughter Maddie is at a wonderful age. She's 19 months old and is learning more every single day. Here's a snapshot of 52 random things she has acquired during her time on Earth.
What can a gangster movie teach you about fatherhood? Plenty!
In a little more than two months, my son will be born. It's about time I started thinking about our upcoming new reality.
I’ve never been pregnant, but my wife has — twice. Here’s what you need to know to survive this nine-month miracle.