Well, ok... The BIG news first... I am gonna be a dad!
After all the euphoria and the hullabaloo, sets in a fact - I have to fit in the shoes, previously occupied by my dad!
Think about family, sacrifice for them, think about children before yourself... BIG ideals, previously considerate antiquated by the same me, would now be my guides???
I heavily doubted it, a few months back... 3 to be exact.
Now, as days pass... I start thinking about the child and what his future should be... What the challenges would be. There is something tremendously exciting about holding a new life in your hands, molding their future, where every decision, every movement of yours would mold their life and how they would be.
As I watch my wife through the pregnancy, growing plumpier, the child growing, I feel a strong sympathy and a sense of great admiration for the female gender.
I cannot imagine my self, going through 9 months of my life, where every intake, every movement, every environment has to be critically looked at, to ensure the child's safekeeping.
Where every passing day, adds weight around my waist sapping out energy and a constant acidity to contend with. Where every night, brings out sleeplessness due to the additional growth in the body. A final end to this growing discomfort being a pain, only the mother can bear.
I feel a strong need to match her efforts for the child or to at least alleviate the discomfort a bit. Hence my meager efforts to take her out, help her avoid chores and to ensure the mood in the house remains jubilant.
While I dread, the days to come... I eagerly wait to hold that bundle of joy that would be my child. :)
