Seeing as how my wife shared the news on social media, I figure now is as good as time as any to finally break my own silence on this monumental news.
Originally written on December 1, 2020
We were watching 90 Day Fiancé: The Other Way when mythical wife dropped the suspecting revelation on me. The queasiness she was feeling over the day might not necessarily been from the ramen the night before. The last time she felt this kind of nausea… and then there was the admission that a particular monthly event had not happened in a minute.
The next thing I know, I’m driving to Walgreens at 11pm on a Monday night, because we both felt the need to know what we already suspected was going to be the case with the circumstances that were already in play. The last time we had this conversation like this, it was already a foregone conclusion and the test was merely a formality for visual confirmation of the obvious.
A second child was always something that my wife and I were open to. She being an only child, knew the general loneliness that comes with growing up with no live-in sibling, and me, I grew up with a big sister, and there’s a pattern within my generation of cousins is that everyone has two kids, so it seemed like something that was bound to happen. Fortunately, becoming a father and parent has been something I’ve taken to pretty well if I say so myself, and the idea of a second child never really seemed intimidating beyond the notion that my time will be stretched even thinner in the coming years and to have to go through teething with another baby gives me anxiety, but the idea itself was never off the table.
One thing I’ve learned about myself throughout the year is that I have a tremendous amount of love to give, and I have no doubt in my mind that I won’t have any shortage for another kid.
We just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly and so soon, as we’re just days away from our first child’s ninth month since birth.