I’m happy to announce that my wife (Aniela) and I are expecting our first baby, a boy, sometime before Thanksgiving! We’re both very grateful for the opportunity to be parents. Aniela’s dealing with the usual discomforts of pregnancy, but she’s enduring it all like a champ. I’m very proud of her. This is all new to us, but we’re getting everything in order for the big changes that are coming our way.
I’m surprised by how peaceful and confident I’ve been about all this. I have an understandable level of concern for the health of my wife and the baby. But aside from that, I’m really not worried about the pregnancy. Aniela’s the type who takes good care of herself. She follows good advice, does all the research and executes her plans with discipline. She’s actually quite impressive.
She broke the news to me in early March on a Saturday morning. She left two positive pregnancy tests on the coffee table for me to find. After making breakfast, I busily moved everything off the table, including the pregnancy tests, to make room for the plates. I may have thought they were nail files or some other unimportant thing. She had to bring them to my attention and point out the + sign they displayed. It was at that moment when I realized “those aren’t nail files.”
In late April, we rewarded ourselves with a weekend getaway in Boca Raton. At dinner during one of those evenings, she told me we’re having a boy. I can honestly say I would’ve been just as happy to have a girl. But now that I know it’s a boy, I’ve got a whirlwind of ideas and plans in my mind to raise my son in the best possible way.
Like many new parents, we’re working on the financial challenges of going from two incomes to one. It’s been nice over the last couple of years to bring in more money than we had to pay out. I got out of credit card debt in 2015 and we’ve been able to save a little. But the loss of Aniela’s income and the addition of a mouth to feed will certainly require some big changes in my career. But once again, I’m not really worried about money. I’ll do what I have to do and we’ll make it work.
Nor am I worried about sleepless nights, fatigue or the loss of independence that comes with a baby. Frankly speaking, if we weren’t mature enough to rise to these challenges, then we had no business getting pregnant. These are real challenges, but they are what they are and I think we’ll be just fine. I’m confident in myself, in my wife, in the people around us and I’m already confident in my little son. I fully expect him to come out swinging and kicking, ready to learn and do stuff.
The only thing I’m not confident about is whether or not this country will still be a great nation when my boy is my age…or when he’s half my age. There are many fears I could write about here…along with political problems and solutions which I think are relevant. But all those details will have to wait for another post on another day. This post is exclusively about my baby boy and the gratitude I have in my heart that he’s healthy and growing for another day. And I’ll say the same thing again tomorrow.
It’s funny how I think so much about how my words and actions will affect him. But I’m already beginning to realize the great impact he’s going to have on me, the changes he’ll make in my heart and mind. And I’m certainly due for some changes anyways. He’ll chip away at my selfishness and my pride. He’ll expose the immaturity that I’m so good at hiding. And I’m sure he’ll interrupt the busyness of our lives with laughter, smiles and joy.
Anyhow, I don’t want to get too far ahead of myself. This is hopefully the first of many posts in which I get to write all about him. As I write this, his arrival is only 3 months away. I’m excited and thankful for every moment. I would appreciate any prayers and well-wishes you send our way. Please send all cash gifts to PO Box 3200…just kidding 🙂
Welcome to the world, my son. I’m honored to be your dad.