On top of the world.

Now that we are almost halfway through the pregnancy, my wife and I have decided it was time to find a midwife. She did the main part of the research since she knows what to look for. She had been sending me links with information and to a few different midwives web pages.

To be honest it was a large amount of information to take in so quickly, even though I had known for a while now that we would be most likely going this route. We had also watched a documentary called the Business of Being Born. Which was basically talked up why you should choose a home birth instead of going to the hospital. Which there was some good information in there, but there was also some inaccurate information. So I took all the information she gave me and absorbed it and did some of my own research to help me make a decision. 

So we after much research had decided to meet with what we had learned was one of the top midwives in northeast Ohio, if not the state. Her qualifications were relieving. She is pre-med and has been delivering babies for 20 years. She has had no deaths of mother or child in her adventures. As well as many other facts that made her seem like a safe choice. She said as long as nothing was high risk and everything went smoothly we would be an excellent candidate for home birth. She did not hesitate to tell us she has no issues handing us over to the hospital though if something occurs which would require that. That was a good feeling to know that she was there for us, and not just to be the one to handle things even if there are dangerous possibilities.

So now we have a midwife and I am excited. We have began doing some shopping for this babby coming into our life. We have registered at one store so far... the time is getting closer. I think I am starting to feel that I am actually going to be a dad. So far that is an amazing feeling. I can only hope it gets better from here.

Till next time...

So a thing happened.

My wife... is pregnant!

I am going to be a dad. A dad. I still cannot believe it even when I say it to myself.

I am not even sure the true meaning of this situation has sunk in yet. What is going to change? What will be the same? What will my child be like? I just don't even know where to begin. What I do plan on doing is blogging along the way about my experiences. Hopefully I can keep up with it. This is the first one, so that is a start.

The first feeling I want to talk about is the fact that I will not be drinking during these 9 months. Which I am not really sure I fully realize what this entails yet. At first I know I was very argumentative and refused to agree with this request from my wife. WHAT... STOP DRINKING. I will do no such thing. I could not fathom this idea. We had this discussion when we first started to try to have a baby. She said that I would need to stop drinking during these nine months. I was speechless. I did NOT want to do this. Every time it came up, it was a mini argument about the situation and how I should not have to do this. I refused, but she was not having any of my refusal.

So I let it go. We were not expecting yet and it really was something I was not sure I would even have to do for a while. It was a strain, and not something I want to put our new marriage through. So I accepted my fate for now and agreed to the situation.

Fast forward... now we are expecting! Now comes the time that I will need to stop drinking to respect her request for this. She is not asking me to stop everything she cannot do. She is asking me to show some solidarity and stop this one thing. At first I was still not sure, it would be rough when my friends drink, but to be honest I had maybe one to two drinks a week and it was not for getting drunk. It was for the taste of it.

The more I thought about this, the more I realized to me... this was a simple request. I can stop drinking for nine months... it will not kill me, it will not hurt me, and I really do not drink that much as it is. So I came to the realization that this was no longer a big deal to me a few day after we found out she was pregnant.

Ya know what, I could care less about beer these nine months. I am going to be a dad.

Let's do this.

Till next time...