Dear Daughter-To-Be (a.k.a. Baby Badass),
I know this is said all the time, but I cannot believe how quickly time is passing by. In just eleven weeks, if all goes according to schedule, you'll be making your way into this world, kicking and screaming. I won't lie and tell you I'm not scared, because I am. I'm more scared than I thought I'd ever be. Don't take it the wrong way, though. Every guy who is about to become a father gets scared, I'm sure of that. Let me tell you why.
We get scared because we think we're not going to be a good father. We get scared because we're afraid we're not going to be able to support you and give you all that you need. We get scared because your mother will appear to know everything about you, and maybe our paternal instincts just aren't what we thought they were. We get scared because up until this point, generally speaking, we've known what to do, and no matter how many books we read or classes we attend or advice we listen to, nothing can truly and adequately prepare us for parenthood.
All these things ring true for me. All of these and more. Yet in these moments where I wonder how I'm going to manage all of this and make it all work, I realize that patience and love make a good father. Perseverance and hard work may not give us all we want, but it will give us all we need. And about those shy paternal instincts... I'm pretty sure that when I hold you in my arms just moments after you've made your journey to meet your mother and I, those fatherly instincts will kick into overdrive, and all previous conceptions about preparedness will go out the window. Who cares what books I will have read or classes I will have been to? In the end, I think that will matter only slightly, because I'm going to do whatever it takes to make the best life for you that I can.
Out of all the uncertainties that may be floating about in my mind, I do know one thing for sure: Your wardrobe is going to be many times the size of mine. Your mother has been picking up things for you here and there since even before we knew you were coming, and she's got some pretty awesome stuff for you. I don't get too excited about clothing as a general rule, but the Patriots cheerleader outfit is pretty awesome. With all the baby showers to attend in the coming weeks, I'm sure you'll be the best dressed baby this town has ever seen.
I say it again in amazement: eleven weeks, and getting closer every day. Stay healthy in there, and be patient. These eleven weeks will go by quicker than either you or I can believe.
Dad / Badass
P.S. I almost forgot. Your mother asked me to pass on a request: any chance you could stop pretending her stomach is a bongo drum when she eats? From what I hear from your mother, it's not a good feeling.
Happy Monday, folks.