These days, I'm often told that my life will never be the same. People look at my burgeoning belly assuming I don't know what I'm in for - and to be honest, I may not have the slightest clue of what Kiko (my lovely spouse) and I are in for with a baby coming in only days.
Why such unsolicited advice with a baby?! No one stopped me as I wore a cap and gown, gathered a piece of paper to represent 4 years of cramming and drinking to rush off into the big world to start a new job - only to realize, I will change jobs (note the word JOB) every 2 years that have nothing to do with my area of studying.... OR on the day I wore a tiara and veil and sipped from penis straws on the eve of a wedding to say "1 in 3 marriages don't make it these days". I could even go into the unsolicited advice of co-workers that suggest how to manage a life that will cease to exist post baby... best that I just summarize some key points - (ALL from the male perspective), A. Pregnancy is a beautiful thing, B. Giving birth is excruciating, C. If you go the natural route, ask for a "courtesy stitch", D. Get the double pumper!, E. You are going to be so bored, F. Get the Diaper Genie, G. Get the diaper Champ, H. Make food for your man before hand... I'll stop there.
During all the preparation, filled with excitement and hormones, I've just accepted the advice. Of course I run right home and share it with Kiko where we become two hens scrutinizing all the advice, because we know better... right? Like any other marked life moment, where you wear a cap/gown, or a white dress, or a fresh suit, or a belly, anything that denotes a life milestone... I'm going to wear a smile for this one. It really drives a point that like any other life milestone I really don't know what to expect. Unlike Winston here, he smiles just because.
(This blog is dedicated to the life and times of baby FIN. Please look for periodic updates and pictures that describe his new little life and our (ended) changing lives!
