Due Date Schmoo Date

So its been some time since I last posted... lots went on...Like... June and July. I guess I turned wut like 31 - so I'm prett much a legit adult now. And to prove it - I'm days - if not moments - away from producing my first progeny. I am uttery amazed at the excitement, anxiety, anticipation... I'm having trouble sleeping these days, as all I can think about is my child. That sounds awkward to me. My Child. That sounds intense to me. MY CHILD. That sounds fantastic to me.

I just want to squeeze the little grubber, not in a postpartum depression kinda way, but this little guy or gal has been growing in my beautiful wifes body for a long while, and being so close to holding this new human, this bundle of potential, this - wow - its like a really important story that will unfold and create this little one's 'life'... its really exciting.

Its a little scary too. I'm a pretty confident person, in terms of my abilities to parent, provide, protect, teach, learn, etc. - but this is pretty different than anything I've ever done. But with even more confidence, i am so excited to see the berns be a mommy. She's going to do really well in there. I'm almost not worried about that part. I still have all the 'ifs' ruining my sleep but we can't control that stuff. So I wait.

My good-buddy JG (father of Noah) had a sobering and somehow calming comment on the phone the other day. I'm telling him about all the worries about what could go wrong, and while I know its out of my control and slim odds - I can't help but feel anxious and nervous about it - and he plainly said - 'yeah... and it never stops.' - and i was like ... dag yo - ur right huh? i'm gonna be caring way too much about this little grubbinsky forEVER.

I'll end there cuz thats some nice oceanic wisdoms from the g.