I’m going to be a dad.
Other declaratives of a more expletive nature come to mind, but I try and keep Nuketown somewhat PG-13.
And besides, I need to watch my language. I’m going to be a dad.
I still can’t get over it. I’m writing this two days after it was official. My wife and I had our suspicions – there are certain signs and portents (such as a late period, breast soreness, visiting our friends who have a baby and finding the name “Jacob” carved into a bench when we stopped to change her) – but we didn’t know until Sunday (7/21).Read more