So, here’s the news: I’m going to be a father.
The whys and wherefores and everything else is not necessarily appropriate for this particular blog; just know that it took a very long time, and science was ultimately involved, and we are very happy, and the baby’s due in April.
(This is also the previously alluded-to reason as to my current financial situation; with a baby on the way, I can’t be buying new games and consoles and stuff all the time. Even if I really, really want to.)
I had a dream yesterday morning about impending fatherhood. (Partially inspired by the floating city in Borderlands 2, actually, now that I think about it.) In the dream, I was surrounded by everybody I’d ever met, beaming with pride for our future child, happy and full of love for everyone and everything. At the same time, the island of Manhattan was suspended over a gaping sinkhole, thousands of feet deep, and any time I walked past a crack in the sidewalk I could peer into the abyss underneath, and I’d get a horrible sensation of vertigo.
This is, in fact, what having a baby actually feels like – tremendous excitement, yet colored with the slightest tinge of unfathomable dread of the unknown. (Thank God for anti-anxiety medication, is all I’ll say.)
Certainly there are lots of big life things that I feel that I’ve got to start thinking about and getting serious about – career, money, etc. (And, of course, lots of smaller things to think about, too, like: maybe it’s time to get rid of my Rock Band equipment, since it’s taking up an awful lot of space that we’re going to need.)
I was hoping to have some profound statement to end this post with, but the truth of the matter is that I’m just really happy. We shared the news with our friends yesterday, and so today I’m sharing it with you. Thank you for reading and sharing this part of my life with me.