Fear and Trembling...

Now this was interesting.

In the last weekend, I had a distinct feeling of fear in regards to the birth of "the kid." You see, I think in a number of areas I put a lot of pressure on myself as to what I need to provide and yesterday I had an overwhelming sense that I would not be able to provide it.

What if I can't give the care the baby needs?

What if I can't give the time the baby needs?

What if we can't get the house the baby needs? (does the baby NEED a house?)

What if I can't get the education the baby needs?

What if I can't relate the faith to the baby?

What if I go crazy before the baby is born and end up drooling on myself? At least we will have something in common.

So at the end of the day I simply feel this tension inside. That I must do everything I can to NOT fail my wife, my child, our family. That is probably a lot, but I look at a chart and 13 weeks is really close to 40. Closer then 12 and closer then 68. Almost half.

God bless Dom because she just listens to me and then smiles and tells me that I will be a great dad. I mean, our dog is normal, right?

Dom is feeling a little better every day. Yesterday she woke me up with a cup of coffee under my nose and started cleaning the closets in the house. It was way too early for me to get up, and she soon got tired after it was over and went back to bed. But I had already had coffee so I couldn't sleep.

Now THAT is drama!