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?
In a little more than two months, my son will be born. It's about time I started thinking about our upcoming new reality.
It's been almost two weeks since the moment that changed my life. Here's the official birth story of my sweet little daughter.
When I look back on this pregnancy, it’s hard to decide if it’s gone quickly or taken forever. These days, it feels like forever.