As we lay in bed on Saturday night, Rebekah grabbed my hand and put it on her abdomen. She'd been doing this almost every night for the past few weeks with no success. This time, I felt the gentle prodding she's become accustomed to. For the first time, I felt our baby reaching out into our world from the safety of the womb.
Rebekah is starting to show now and things will only speed up from this point on. I'm still unsure if I'm ready to be a parent, but I think that's natural. It's probably one of those things where if you think you're ready, you're not, and if you think you're not ready, you are. I didn't expect to be a father this early in my life. Yet, I can't wait to see what it's like. I'll do just fine. My parents taught me well, whether they know it or not.
Bill Cosby says that all parents curse their children. "I hope your children grow up to be just like you," they say. If only I could remember what I did to be cursed: I'd start preparing!
