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...