Monday, May 16th was our due date. It's now Wednesday, May 18th. I know due dates are really, at best, a suggestion. But I was kind of hoping the baby would be here by now, if for no other reason than to preserve my sanity. Seriously, I don't understand how my wife is so calm right now.
I've set my phone up so I only get notifications from her, since Facebook reminding that it's someone's birthday every morning while I was at work was really starting to stress me out. My new job, the one I talked around in my last blog post, is about a 45 minute train ride from home. It's not that far, but it's far enough that I'm pretty much always ready to run out the door at this point.
I know my family and friends are on edge, waiting impatiently to hear the news that the baby is here. I've been greatly amused by the probing text messages and over-analyzing of my beer check-ins on Untappd. Especially the beer check-ins, with people suggesting that because I haven't checked in a beer over the course of an evening means that maybe, just maybe, it's because I'm at the hospital. I have co-workers who are disappointed to see me in the morning, because it means the baby isn't here yet.
It's weird, being so excited to meet someone I don't know and have never met before. To be absolutely thrilled at the thought of holding our baby. A couple years ago I would've recoiled at the idea of becoming a father anytime soon. Now it can't happen soon enough.
Life is weird. People are weird. We're so full of contradictory emotions and thoughts. It's a wonder our species has made it this far. Being excited and scared; nervous and happy. It doesn't make a lick of sense (neither does that expression, but the hell with it). I guess that's just part of the human condition. Just something else to introduce our little one to when the time finally comes.