I got no insight, I got no feelings

Well it’s been a couple of days since the ultrasound.  I had a buddy at work come up to me and say that I looked really happy.  I am still in panic/ denial mode because I don’t want to say too much until we pass the 3rd trimester so I deny it.  Once I get back to my desk I crack and send Desmond a message, yup I am extremely happy, stoked, I am going to be a daddy!  I saw my baby’s heart beating the other day in a little black and white monitor.  In those few words I relive the moment and almost break down in tears of joy at my desk.  I chastise myself for being one of those emotional guys and blink away the water forming at the corners of my eyes, I still can’t wipe the smile from my face.

I got a couple of emails, well wishing for my birthday tomorrow.  I am going to be 33 in about 25 minutes, probably less by the time this is posted.  Jon, one of the well wishers, just had a baby.  I ask him how things are going, and he says that after a month he has hardly slept but it’s sooo amazing to hold the baby in his arms.

I decide that I will spill the beans just one time more and let him know that I am expecting in February/ March and that I am going to start having conversations with the little person on how important it is to get all the sleep he/ she can.  Jon is a “sound guy”.  I like sound guys, they have a unique way of looking at the world through their ears.  I am a visual person, if it doesn’t come in through my eyes it doesn’t stick, so it’s a treat to have such a different view of life and the world even if I only see a peek through the curtain.  Jon tells me to talk to the baby often, let it hear my voice in the womb and come to know who his/ her daddy is and trust in the magic of sound.  He apologizes for what he calls a shameless plug, I would have replied but I was already close to crying at my desk again so decided I should just cut my losses.  He was right of course, before I have the pleasure of actually meeting and holding this little being I had created the sound of my voice would already have identified me as someone important in it’s little life.  I am going to go say hi.

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