Fatherhood

Well here we are, three weeks ago we found out we were going to be parents. Granted it was from one of those drugstore tests. I mean who can really trust one of those? You have to deal with deciphering all the different symbols, hell you need to be a doctor just to do that most of the time, but we managed to find one that spoke plain old english and it said clear as the day PREGNANT, like it thought that if it wasn't in capital letter we wouldn't understand. But I am rambling now. Anyway, she headed of to Brazil the next morning and we sat a world apart wondering if everything would be ok. The next week she had three appointments with blood draws and classes. Half way through she lost her symptoms and we feared the worst. When we took her back in, the doctor did an ultrasound and pronounced that at this time we are the proud parents of a ball of cells with a heart beat.

I know that doesn't sound like much, but I am proud. I just hope that that ball of cells will grow up to be a successful ball of cells as far as balls of cells go. Now what I came here to say could have been summed up much quick but tangents are so much more enjoyable. So here it is. Over the last three weeks I have had a lot of time to think without outside interference since we just told our families and friends over the last couple of days. I am so excited that I am going to be a father. We have been looking forward to parenthood for a long time, but the time was just not right. I am also terrified, I don't know that I will be a good father, there is so much to know, but I guess nobody knows it all when they start, or when they end for that matter. So in the mean time I guess I will just be nervous and do what I can to help out.