Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Time keeps on tickin', tickin', tickin'....

Lately I've been going back and forth in my mind with regard to whether or not I am ready for the baby. Sometimes I feel like two months is still a long way away and then there are times when I feel like the time will be here before I know it. I will say I am grateful for what I personally believe is God's work, and that is the closer the time gets, the more calm and prepared I feel for it. I think this is God's work because I think the closer we get to birth day, the more nervous and unprepared Erika feels.

My wife has certainly done a lot more reading and nesting and preparing then I have done, but I am amazed by the fact that I feel ready for the challenge; I feel ready to be supportive; I feel ready to be at home and have Erika tell me what to do; I feel ready to change some diapers and give little Emmy a bath; I feel ready to order my wife to bed for a rest while I do my best to watch the baby; I feel ready to get/make dinner, wash dishes, do laundry, and engage in child raising.

We've pretty much got the nursery done with just a few odds and ends to wrap up. We've got the crib and furniture assembled, and Erika last weekend bought some nice accessories and hung some things on the wall as finishing touches. I think it will be cool one day soon to go buy things like diapers and baby wipes and other such things. I mean, the "cuteness" factor for diapers I figure will last roughly 2 more months. Soon enough they will be absolutely disgusting, but for now it is cool to think about!

A couple nights ago I actually prayed that Emelia would like baseball. I am sure it is because the Cards are in the post-season and I think about baseball a lot right now. When I went to Game 4 here in St. Louis, where the Cards clinched the series and advanced to the NLCS, I spotted several families and it made me think about how cool it would be to be at a game with my daughter and, hopefully, to have her root for her favorite player and be excited if we win and sad if we lose. Of course, she might hate baseball, and that is OK, but I can dream, can't I?

OK, honesty alert--I just re-read that last graph. It really will not be acceptable if Emmy doesn't like baseball! : )