Finally!

Finally! Kandis and I made the leap today. We went out and purchased the baby’s first furniture items. Three beautiful pieces: the crib, changing table, and armoire. We finally settled on the items after months of looking for the “perfect” set. Kandis is happy, so I am happy. The baby’s room is going to be great. Kandis knows exactly what she wants and that makes shopping a better experience for me because we are not debating in the store with each other about things.

More and more I am feeling it. “It” being the wave of emotions that crashes upon a persons being when they know that they will be receiving a great gift. But not any gift, one that you’ve been looking forward to getting for a long time. It’s like being a kid and everyday is Christmas Eve. And you’ve been good, so you know that when you wake up your present will be there under the tree. It’s wonderful! What’s weird is the fact that when I wake up, it’s Christmas Eve again. Days are equivalent to hours and Christmas won’t be here for a while. But the excitement is here and it grows everyday!

And with the baby’s furniture now ordered and the delivery date being in the next couple of weeks, it’s hard to contain myself. Watching the baby sleep, folding the baby’s clothes, changing the baby, and knowing that the baby has a comfortable room are truly blessings. What a miracle.

It’s unbelievable that I will be a father soon. Kandis will be a mother soon. My parents will be grandparents. And LaShanda will be an aunt.

Finally!

What Can I Say?

What can I say? I am looking forward to this baby. I said that. I’m excited. I said that. I think that I have said everything on my heart and mind when it comes to this baby. And it’s only 22 weeks in.

I think that I have reached the point… how can I say it… I’m tired of talking (or in this case writing) about when the baby arrives. I want the baby to be here already. Or maybe I can write about something else. No. The baby is the only thing that I’m thinking about; the only thing that I am planning for. No disrespect to my family or friends, but the baby dominates my days and nights. I want this soooooooo much. It is scary because I can’t think of anything in my life that I’ve wanted so bad.

O.K. I said it. I want this baby. I love this baby. For years I’ve been praying for this baby. And for the longest time I was afraid to ask for this baby. But now I am at the point that I want the baby so bad that it is wearing me down from thinking about it all of time. And it’s only 22 weeks into the pregnancy.

I’m trying to control my emotions. It’s hard. Everywhere I see children. I work with children. There are children in my church, at the stores, and in the restaurants. They’re everywhere! And I can’t help but think, “I want my child to be here.” Whew… I’m tired.

What can I say?

Twenty-Two Weeks

Twenty-two weeks into the pregnancy and Kandis is really showing now. I’m in between feeling ready and feeling not ready for our child. Emotionally I’m a wreck inside. I want to start Lamaze classes and “New Daddy Boot Camp” and all of that stuff, but I look around the house and say to myself, “We need this and we need that.” It’s like “what are you waiting for?” The baby will be here in August! But through it all I just continue to pray for a healthy child.

I’m learning something new everyday about how I will be as a parent. I truly believe that I will be one of those “You can do it” Dads. I want to encourage my child with “you can do it” all of the time. I want to be involved in school, church, sports, music, dance, or whatever. Plus, I want my child to say to me “you can do it dad” when it comes to anything. I think that it will be great for my child to believe in me like that. I know that it will be years later until then, but I can’t wait! I just want the best for my family. That in itself sounds funny to me… my family.

God has blessed me with a wife and a child. With all that He has done for me, I can’t help but be humbled by it all. And now, twenty-two weeks into the pregnancy I can feel the miracle moving inside of Kandis. She loves the family, and so do I.