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'm starting to feel like Lenny and Carl watching sun creep across the floor of Moe's bar.

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.

The fact that I'm bursting with excitement doesn't belay the fact that I'm still filled with sheer blind terror at the idea of becoming a dad, of my wife becoming a mom. That's still very much present right now. I probably won't quite grok the concept of what I've gotten myself into until the little ~~poop factory~~ bundle of joy is the room with us.

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.