Tomorrow...

Life has this amazing endurance to itself that makes it literally feel like things never really reach an end or in some cases a beginning. For Dana and I tomorrow marks a unique case where we can actually say things "start". Tomorrow I will be introduced to my little boy or girl for the first time, Dana will be approximately 19 weeks along and they should be able to tell us the sex at that time.

I can't tell you how excited I am or how nervous I am because the emotions seem to be bleeding into each other seamlessly right now. From the moment she told me she was pregnant I held it with a certain level of disbelief. Even now... knowing how important tomorrow is I still feel like it is not real, as if I will wake up from this perfect surreal dream about to be swallowed by big foot or something similar.

As I was driving home from work it struck me how much this is going to be a learning experience for me. I acknowledge that an expert in child care... I am not. I do however feel like I was "meant" to be a Dad even if for the simple reason that I want to be the best I can for my wife as she means the world to me. Am I prepared to have something in my life that may very well equal the importance of Dana to me? Not in the slightest bit, but like it or not I am going to be everything I can to this little bundle of joy for as long as I can.

It's hard for me to find the words to say
To tell you how I feel today
To look you in your baby eyes
Look at you and feel surprised
Watch you grow and become strong
See you change for these months long
Listen to your heart beat steady
Hold your moms hands as we get ready
Holding back the tears of joy
Will you be a girl or boy?

Lame, annoying, sad, overtly cheesey... yes to all of the above and yet I can't stop feeling like I am on cloud nine. Tomorrow I get to meet the best thing that has ever come from me....