How It Happened...

For some background, lemme tell you how this all happened.

No, not that.

Trust me, you wouldn’t even want to know that anyway.

The first thing to note is that I didn’t believe my wife was pregnant. When she announced she’d missed her period, I scoured our place and tried to find it the missing punctuation point. (And people say I don't help around the house!) No luck.

Next, I got a pregnancy test. After she doused it with urine and we waited half a minute, it read “+.” I got another one. Make that another three. All positive.

After spending close to $100 trying to confirm the same thing several times, I still didn’t believe it. My wife set a doctor’s appointment and I waited for the official word. This is how my mind works–I wasn’t convinced, even after shelling out the hundred bucks. When my hapless Redskins are favored to win, I’m wholeheartedly convinced they’ll prevail. When I’m staring at multiple positive pregnancy tests, I’m doubtful. Figure that one out.

Maybe the tests were error prone–hey, they’re only 99.5% effective! I’ll admit, the odds were slim that we weren’t going to have a new addition, but it was only when she came home from the doctor that I accepted it.
She called me immediately and the thought that first entered my head was wow! There were times in my life when I never thought I’d be in this situation and here it was.

I’m Gonna Be A Daddy!