Hey there BabyNoNamer’s, I know it has been a while since I shared my thoughts, but it’s kind of hard to put all this stuff into words.  Since my last post about a month ago, I still think pretty much the same thing….this pregnancy is flying by because it’s almost “Go Time”.   I had a cool little diaper party during the NFL Playoffs, where the fellas came over with gifts, mainly diapers, and we drank and watched the game.  Funniest part was hearing the stories of how the guys approached buying diapers with losing their “Player Cards”…..all in all we had fun because it was just guys hanging out watching football, didn’t seem like a guy shower or anything remotely close to that because the women-folk were dismissed for the day.

When I say “Go Time” I mean it.  I got a to-go bag packed up for the overnighters at the hospital (even though we live like 8 mins from the hospital), I keep gas in my car so that when it’s time to go, it will actually go, and I also keep my phone charged up….to get the news out as it happens.   I also have a call/text list going so that in the heat of the moment, I don’t leave anybody out….even though I still may, yall can’t hold it against me.  We’re down to the nitty gritty considering the baby is “full term” and can be born healthy at any point now.  I’m still really pulling for the lil guy to remain in the womb till at least March 1.  I know Bre is getting more uncomfortable as the days past, so I have to ask her and the kid to bare with me till March….guess we’ll see how my begging goes, even though we have absolutely not control of the situation.  I think that’s the craziest part of a pregnancy….you can plan to have a kid, you can have a birth plan, you can plan showers and all that good stuff, but even with all that planning you’re NOT in control of a damn thing.  Almost makes you respect something higher and bigger than you, ya dig?

The new question that’s constantly posed to me is “Are you ready?”  I’m not to the point of hating this question yet, because I know people just try to make conversation and really don’t have much else to say about a baby coming.  I generally try not to be too rude to people, but if you think about it before you ask it, you’d understand that it really doesn’t matter if I’m ready or not because the baby doesn’t care.  I don’t have a choice to be ready or not in this whole situation.  Granted I can try to prepare, which if that’s what their asking, we’re mostly “ready” since we have the room set up and we’re only missing the car seat, stroller, and the two bases for the seats.  So considering that we still have another shower to attend this Friday and that we plan to go get the last few items after this shower I assume I can start saying a simple “yes” when people continue to ask me if I’m ready.

I’m really trying to NOT flip smooth out during the early stages of labor.  Like when its time to hit the highway, I plan to just EZ Tag it which should shave 3-4 mins off the trip, but I don’t want to be running around this apartment like a headless chicken grabbing stuff and run to the car and leave something important, like Bre or the bag that I took all this time to pack.  But I also don’t want to seem to nonchalant in a serious situation.  I’m pretty sure whatever I do, Bre will get a good laugh and a good story out of it, because as much as I try, I think I’m going to lose it slightly….like trying to open the front door the wrong way,  trying to grab some snacks out of the dishwasher or something silly like that.  I’m also nervous about what to do during the actual labor.  I think it’s in my DNA to want to be a helper to those that have helped me, so I’m not sure how I’ll handle being pretty much helpless as Bre is there in pain.  I don’t think I’ve ever had to watch her in pain, except when she got tatted and that was her own silly choice….this is about half her choice, so I guess the other half of the guilt will hit me.  And I’ve seen enough labor shows or shows that show labor to know that the nurses and doctors have to just let the moms sit there until the labor is far enough along to give them something, so I’m hoping I don’t start slapping the taste out of nurses and doctors mouths to give her something for the pain.  I did hear that my dad, may he rest in peace, tried to beat a doctor when I was born because he wasn’t aware that they HAD to make me cry since I didn’t come out crying….he felt the doctor was too rough on me and the “northside” came out in him.  Good thing was that they didn’t call the cops on him once they calmed him down.  I’m really trying not to be my father’s son on this one…ya dig?

That’s about all that I have going on at the moment.  This time next month, I’ll be a daddy…..those are some STRONG words!

Thanks for tuning in……..