**Note: These posts have been written in advance to prepare for the Little Guy’s arrival. He very well could be here by the time this posts, but at the time of writing, he’s still kicking away in my belly, telling me he’s ready for dinner.**
Well, here we are. I picked the first person and let the random number generator do the rest. But I’m picking the last day. Because these were 364 people who have been along for the ride in my first 30 years, and the little guy, well, he’ll undoubtedly be my life for the next 30 years.
Ken and I were married for more than seven years when we decided to have a baby. When the baby boy arrives, we’ll have almost been married for eight and a half years, and known each other for a decade. We have a very happy, healthy, little life. Good jobs, a nice home, great families. This baby is not the case of something missing from our lives, but rather the idea of making something great even greater.
When the pregnancy test turned positive, I was hesitant. We didn’t really celebrate, because we had an early miscarriage earlier in the year. I didn’t want to celebrate until I knew you were real, that you were growing and thriving. I was so scared to lose you. There were a few times there where we thought we were. But you fought and you grew strong. And now we can’t wait to celebrate your arrival.
Neither of us know what this next chapter will be like. I can read parenting books until my eyes are bleary and the night turns to day. I hope baby boy is patient with us because we are figuring this out as we go. We will love him. Unconditionally. And that’s the best we can offer. But it’s a good offer.
I remember when we started talking about having a baby, I asked Ken why he thought we should add another person to the world. He said something like, “I know that I won’t find the cure for cancer or AIDS, and that I might not change the world, but this little person, they could.”
No pressure, right? Don’t worry, little man, we don’t expect you to find the key to ending world hunger. We will be happy if you live a good, productive life and add something to society, even if it’s simply being a friend, a father, a husband. Because really, the 364 people I’ve talked about here – they were all someone, at least to me. And they always will be.