I don't know if you guys know this, but I am extremely excited about this baby. Putting my hand on Kelly's belly and feeling my little girl kick is some straight up life affirming stuff. Every week, I go online and read up on what is happening in that week of pregnancy (she's around 14 inches long and 2 lbs. this week!) I spend way too much time looking at baby clothes and trying to find cool stuff for her.
But I probably spend just as much time worrying. I'm sure every new expectant parent goes through this but that doesn't lessen how much I worry about things. It's extremely scary knowing that there's going to be a person that is 100% dependent on me and Kelly. For at least 18 years! What if I just have no idea what to do when she cries? How many teenage boys will I have to kill once she starts dating? What if I do a horrible job and she is constantly in trouble? In short, what if I'm a terrible father?
Oddly enough though, all of the worrying is kind of helping me. It's made me want to do my damnedest to be a great dad. I know I won't have all the answers but I will always do everything I can to figure them out. Will I be wrong sometimes? Of course. But I'll just have to take it as a lesson and try to be better next time.
