Hi, my name is Monkey Boy. Today I will share with what it’s like to be an expectant father. Last night my wife and I attended our birthing class. However, before arriving I got really busy at work in the final hour. [enter freak out #2 of pregnancy] So yeah, it got hectic at work in the final 60 minutes and I just about lost my shit. I was on edge because I couldn’t get anything to work software-wise plus nobody was around the office.
After angerily leaving work I was forced to follow a really slow driver to our birthing class. We got dinner and I decided I would use the facilities before eating. For some stupid reason my jeans looked horrible with my short sleeve shirt. I had a similar breakdown about six weeks ago while trying on clothes in a Banana Republic. Sure I’m not my skinny Ironman self, but it’s not so bad. It’s pretty damn apparent the stress of becoming a father is taking a toll on me.
Our weekend flew by and I didn’t get nearly as much accomplished on the homefront as I had hoped. We’re down to 11 weekends left as my wife starts week 28 of the pregnancy today. Really though, it was not about the fit of my clothes. It’s about a becoming a parent and all those "unknowns" of becoming a father.
On the way to dinner, after work in the MINI, I gave my wife a belated Mother’s Day card written from the perspective of the baby girl in her belly. This was a mighty fine suggestion from a blogger. My wife loved the card and shed some tears as we were inhaling exhaust. It was a very fun card to write and I may have mentioned something about boobies.
Where was I? Oh yeah, so I had the meltdown in the bathroom. Thankfully some pesto pasta calmed me down. Then there were our breathing exercises from our birthing class, they helped mellow me out a bit too. A day later I’m happy to report a much more calm and collected Monkey Boy is back. I do predict a couple more of these tiny "freak outs" in the remaining three months.