And I nearly lost it. Seriously, I’m totally going to be the overly emotional dad that’s going to bust out in tears every two seconds like Soun Tendo from Ranma 1/2 whenever the smallest milestone or any realization of first-time father comes to pass.
I thought I got through the first stage of emotions that flooded through upon the realization that mythical wife was pregnant, but hearing the heartbeat for the first time, and the tech’s explanation that it was in fact, the baby’s heartbeat, and tear ducts welled up in an instant, despite the fact that I was able to keep them somewhat in check.
It’s like all the home pregnancy tests in the world confirmed what we already suspected, and it would be the lock of the century to bet on pregnant going to the doctor’s for the official confirmation. But then hearing the heartbeat for the very first time was still a crashing confirmation of just how real it all is, and that in a matter of months, I’m going to have my very own kid.
I’m going to take a wild guess and imagine that there is going to be a lot more of where this came from over the next few months.
Interestingly to me, when I met up with mythical wife at the doctor, I couldn’t help but notice the sheer lack of men present in the waiting room. I’m not going to make any assumptions on the circumstances of all the women alone in there, but I guess this is one of those excitable first-time dad things, but all I really knew is that I wanted to be there for this visit, and presumably for many of the others that will inevitably be coming.
I’m wondering if this excitement will fade, and as appointments pile up, and work responsibility begins to prevalently conflict more, will make things more and more difficult to be present for, but all I know is that I want to be present as much as possible in the process. It’s supremely important to me to be an engaged and present dad through this kid’s life, and I figure there’s no such thing as too early in trying to make this the norm.
