Sports & such

Little one, I can't help but think about whether you'll be into sports. If so, that's where your mom will be the big help. (She's a coach, you know.) You see, the only way I would ever get into organized sports is if I were watching you play. Not sure if that's because I knew too many jocks during high school or what, but I'm just not that into it.

If so, are you going to be into team sports? Or are you more of a golf kid? Or are you just going to read lots of books?

I love you, and I can't wait to meet you.

Who will you become?

I wonder so often about what you will be like. What you will sound like when you talk? What sort of music will you like? WIll you be left-handed like me or right-handed like your mom?

You have a lot of people very excited right now. They can't wait to meet you.

Your picture

Say cheese, little one.

So you're going to be born...

So, you're going to be born. Wow. Here's the deal: I'm going to be your dad, and although I'm pretty sure we're all going to turn out alright with all of this, I can't help but have moments of total freak-out. I mean, I've never actually done anything like this. I've still got tons of bad habits: I swear too much, I eat the wrong things and don't work out near enough, and like the title of this blog, I worry way too much. 

One thing's for sure though, I can't wait to meet you.