Most of you know by now that Elaine is pregnant. That’s right, despite frigid ocean water, scalding hot tubs, and other assorted stressors I have sired a progeny. Elaine beat me to the post. I don’t feel scared or worried about having a kid. Maybe it’s because it doesn’t feel completely real yet. (Except for the fact Elaine has felt exhausted and a little bit nauseous for about a week and a half now.) The parenting concerns that keep most people up at night don’t bother me though, I have a “we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it” mentality that keeps me from worrying. It’s still weird though, the idea of me being a dad. Its funny how I feel old in general but on this topic I feel young and neither is particularly accurate.
I know the post is short but I haven’t figured out the whole telling people yet. Usually it goes like this.
Rob. “Hey man how’s it going?”
Jeff. “Oh hey, things are fine. How are you?”
Rob. “Good what have you been up to?”
Jeff. “School and stuff…you know normal stuff. Elaine’s pregnant though, so that’s new.”
This post then is the electronic equivalent.
I know the post is short but I haven’t figured out the whole telling people yet. Usually it goes like this.
Rob. “Hey man how’s it going?”
Jeff. “Oh hey, things are fine. How are you?”
Rob. “Good what have you been up to?”
Jeff. “School and stuff…you know normal stuff. Elaine’s pregnant though, so that’s new.”
This post then is the electronic equivalent.
