This purple zinnia and the baby spider on its tip are compliments of my neighbor’s garden.
Caitlin and her parents admire the sweets at Buzz!
I apologize if this post seems off topic. I just couldn’t bring myself to blog about social media this weekend (book be damned). Baby due was the obvious topic. Besides this is a personal blog, and it follows my whims.
The time is drawing near when our first child will come. Caitlin just passed the eight month mark last week, and we’ve had two sets of parental visits. Heck, there’s a crib and a car seat in our possession now.
I know many people have walked this path before me (billions right now). For us, parenthood has come late. Caitlin will be 40 in December, and I am 38. As the Dad, it’s really starting to become real for me now. It’s stunning to me to see a crib in my home.
Two years ago, this didn’t even seem possible. I questioned whether I would ever be a father. So for me, this is twice as sweet.
I can sense the baby inside of her (sonogram and pregnancy pics here). In fact, I think it can tell when I am near and hears my voice. The feet or hands can visibly be seen poking out her belly. And when I lay my ear on her belly I can hear the baby move sometimes.
We don’t know the sex, but the names have been set: Soleil Maya if it’s a girl, Zachary Thomas if it’s a boy. I can’t wait to meet him/her. Our birth plan has me receiving the baby and handing it to Caitlin.
I know for a while, the baby won’t be able to do much, but from what I hear it will be amazing. Watching the baby grow strong enough to raise its head, crawl, then walk, and then talk. Wow.
Getting ready and what it might be like are all I really think about these days. Even when I think about the book, it’s about getting it done in time for the baby.
So it is to be this expecting father. What were your memories when you were this close to the birth/arrival of your first child?