Elise is officially, as they say in the world of obstetrics, full term. That means that she is 37 weeks pregnant and our child could be born healthy, minus a few ounces, at any moment. Any time except during The Apprentice.
It’s scary that 37 weeks has passed in the blink of an eye. It’s scary that life as I know it will suddenly change. It’s scary that in less than a month I will be a dad.
I spent this past weekend at my parents’ house. My mom said, “Remember, the baby will cry because it needs something. It’s not lashing out at you. Yet.”
I think the baby will cry because I’ll be constantly yelling, “Why wasn’t your biological disposition programmed to allow you to wipe your own butt?!?!”
I don’t like messes, interupted sleep, chaotic schedules, unorganization or feces.
I’m screwed.
You are most definitely screwed, but it will all be well worth it. And no – you will never become fully accusotmed to all the chaos. Grin and bear it, Daddy!?!
Good luck, Josh!
Its one…big… happy*…mess!