Two things I've never been

A father and a blogger. And while the former of those is going to change in the near future, I don't expect that blogging will ever really come naturally to me. Nonetheless, Christina wants me to contribute my perspective to this blog -- both for posterity and the edification of friends and family -- so I'll make an effort at it.

So, while the experience has been undeniably fresh and novel for me, I can't really put it into words that don't seem painfully clichéed. Sure, it's new and exciting to me when I feel my son kick in my wife's abdomen, but it's not as though it's a unique experience for humankind. And it doesn't really translate in any meaningful way to the page, either. That's why all those clichés have rung hollow for most of my life.

In any case, I'm very much looking forward to meeting our son. It's my plan to be the first person to teach him something (it's my understanding that a newborn will mimic you if you stick your tongue out at him), setting the tone for what I hope will be a long and fruitful educational fatherly relationship. For right now, he's making Christina pretty miserable (and hungry) but I can't help but see the positives: that he's going to be big, strong, and healthy.

This weekend, I'm hoping to make major headway on constructing the treadmill desk that will allow me to make space in the office for the nursery furniture. We still have a lot of preparing to do before he gets here.