Alright, you cockstains, I’m looking for some help. As all are most likely aware, I’m about to be a dad for the first time. I am fucking terrified, as I’m sure you other parents were the first time (PHRASING) were, when the realization finally hit home that you’re about to be responsible for another human being. Wifey first told me she was pregnant about week before Halloween. Truth be told, I didn’t really react, nor did I really feel much. In fact, I kind of just laughed it off. This wasn’t really so much a deflection; she’s a nurse practioner/midwife, and comes home every single day talking about patients with pregnancy complications. When one hears the same stories three times a week about a failed/aborted/lost pregnancy for two years, and one not only develops a callous, but, ones really begins think one’s own pregnancy won’t hold. I don’t think I can describe it better than that, but, after hearing event after event, you sort of develop a thousand-yard stare: some will work out, some won’t, don’t get excited.
I posted here back in December when wifey had an “episode” at work, where she thought she lost the kid. It turned out just be a normal incident, which happens all the time. I really didn’t know what to make of all this at that time, outside I extremely concerned for her. I love my wife. I love her dearly, and just the concept of something affecting her that negatively, it cut me to the core. Flash-forward to February, and we had another “incident” where we all collectively (wifey, her mid-wife, the doctors, myself) found out, essentially, wifey’s cervix is broken. Kid isn’t quite to the point of viability, but wifey’s parts don’t seem to want anything growing in there. This necessitated a stay in the hospital, yada yada yada. You all were fantastic through that, and I can’t thank you enough. I really mean that; especially given Porky’s situation. You all really did help me through those 54 hours. That, and A LOT of Always Sunny.
Flash-forward again, and today, wifey and kid seem to be just fine. Kid is kicking in wifey’s belly. Sometimes, it seems like kid is having a rave in there. My sister-in-law and my mom are planning the baby shower. We’ve been doing the baby registry, etc. This seems like it’s actually happening. As thrilled as I am, and I’ve been crying myself to sleep lately at just how jacked I am, I’m soooooooooooo fucking scared.
My dad was such an asshole to my brother and me. I never met wifey’s dad; he died in an accident two years before I met her, but, she’s told me stories about how much of a prick he was… I don’t want to be like that. I’ll say this, my old man has actually gotten a hell of a lot better in the last few years. A lot. It’s actually striking. The problem is, he figured it out two decades too late.
Anyway, financially, we’re okay for the two of us; can we afford a kid? We’re going to be responsible for another human in this world; I don’t want to blow this… I’m well aware I’m not going to sleep until the kid is 18 and out of the house; that’s okay, but I also don’t want to resent them for depriving me of what I want to do… I get these are all normal things any parent worries about. This is why I’m asking you parents out there to share some stories or advice. I’m already losing sleep, and I’m pretty sure I’ve developed IBS. KID ISN’T HERE YET. This is what the next three decades are going to be like, aren’t they? I’m glad I partied a lot when I was younger. Your experiences are really appreciated.
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