The first thing a buddy of mine who lives out of town said when I told him that the wife was pregnant was, “Poor fucking kid.” Then he offered to move back to Atlanta to help raise the baby.
I’m 75% sure he was joking. He just bought a house in Myrtle Beach with his fiancee — he didn’t laugh when I asked him if it came with any coupons for air-brushed t-shirts or complimentary Valtrex — so if he shows up with a suitcase in 7 months I’ll know that he really thinks that I’ll be a piece of shit dad. And as much as I want all my buddies to move back home, I don’t want them to feel obligated because they think I’ll be a terrible dad. But if that ends up being true, I hope they find it out on their own.
So, back to the big news — the wife is pregnant and everything is going great so far. Wife and the little nugget inside of her are both healthy and sleeping off a serious Sparkling Cranberry Juice hangover in the bedroom. Last night was a very tame New Year’s Eve but we were both happy to be where we are. We’ve worked very hard to get to this point and it’s been a lot of fun so far. I’ll post as frequently as funny or interesting shit happens along the way. And if the first few weeks of this are any indication, there will be plenty of material.
