Thirty-five weeks.
Jack’s due date is November 11th, so it’s pretty likely that within the next thirty days, he will be born. I am past the stage of being nervous, afraid, or underprepared (because I’ve accepted the fact that no first time parent can truly be prepared enough). Instead, I am completely excited and feeling very positive about it all. A few nights ago I had a dream that Jack was a few months old and I was holding him, feeling his face against mine, and even though it was a dream, it was a feeling that I have never experienced before. But it’s a feeling that I know I will be experiencing soon in real life.
This late into the pregnancy, it feels more like our baby is actually born and less that my wife is still pregnant. We’re so close to meeting him. I’m already feeling a hint of this great desire to do anything I have to in order to make sure he’s taken care of. Like an innocent puppy that winds up on my doorstep with sad eyes that say, “Please take care of me…” Except he’s a human being and I had a part in bringing him into this world.
I look forward to caring for him with my life. I don’t care about having to change diapers, losing sleep, and just flat-out transforming the normalcy of my life to be a dad. I want this little boy. And for the record, he’s got some cool shoes waiting for him out here in the real world.
All pictures with the “JHP” logo were taken by Joe Hendricks Photography:
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