the calm before the storm - part the second

By this time tomorrow I shall be a father.

Exactly what have I gotten myself into?

I spoke with my brother-in-law today. Said he had the mental picture of me pacing around the house chain-smoking. Which is funny of course because I didn't think to do exactly that. Cigarettes would likely have helped.

We've obviously known this was going to happen for some time. But heretofore, it hasn't really been my problem per se. There was some painting to be sure, and some organization, and quite a bit of discussion re: the name, but from my perspective things have just been creeping along. Until lately of course when the spectre of "it could happen at any time now" reared its narcissistic head and really cut into my drinking. Oh scotch, we hardly knew ye...

But tomorrow is it and it's an odd sensation to be sure. All along we imagined that one night we'd simply be plunged into it - that there would be some frantic driving, hopefully not overly long with the whole delivery thing, and then we'd be parents. But instead, the delivery date came and went and now inducment is scheduled for the unholy hour of 6AM. Surely a more hospitable time was available?

At any rate, this is all very, well, FedEx like - "So we ordered this kid like nine months ago. Got the notice saying she arrives tomorrow." So I guess that's it.

See you tomorrow kiddo.