I will begin by saying I love my daughter… more than anything else on the planet (sorry Tiff!). Please remember that, as you may think otherwise after reading my rants below. No matter what I say though, it will not change how I feel about her, and how much I love her.

It’s been just over 7 months since the world was greeted with her arrival. Well, in truly living, breathing and…. screaming… form anyways. Since then, our lives have changed in ways that I never imagined, because no matter what you’re doing, no matter what time of day, she comes first.

Only had 4 hours of sleep? It’s 4:30am and she is ready to party? Deal with it.

Do you just want to sit down and have a quiet meal together with your wife? Good luck.

Ahh… it’s 9pm and she just went to sleep. Time to watch some….. oh wait, she’s up AGAIN…. for 2 more hours!

I could go on for hours, but the fact of the matter is, I wouldn’t give her up for anything, whatsoever. After all of the whining, complaining and grizzling… it just takes one quick smile to make none of it matter. In many of life’s experiences, the ‘bad’ aspects generally overtake the ‘good’. However, she is the first part of my life that I can definitely say is the opposite.

(NOTE : I really need to mention, Tiff has been incredible and has taken care of nearly all nightly feedings, looking after her during the day, and has been the one “dealing with” almost everything.)

So, I’ve been told that there will be a mini-me soon.  Well, a female version of me, which… might actually be scarier.

I will be completely honest, having a baby was never the first thing on my list of lifelong goals, but I have no regrets and cannot foresee any in the near future.  However, that may change with the 3 hours of sleep / night. I’m very slowly getting excited, and the most recent ultrasound pretty much sealed the deal. Seeing our little one wriggling around on the screen was just incredible. (Insert lame Simpsons joke : I swear she was mooning us!)

Like probably every single other future parent, I constantly have fears that she will come out with 13 toes, 2 heads, or more realistic problems, like developmental problems, underdeveloped organs, I have no idea.  My mind tends to go to strange places. Thank god for my wife, as her job consists entirely of helping infants and toddlers with their speech and developmental problems. That, and her level of patience is enough for us both.

Oh, btw… she will LOVE the fact that I posted her very round, and very hard belly for the world to see. (Please look to your left!)