There really have been some Frequently Asked Questions these last few weeks, so I thought I’d take this opportunity to address them here.

1. Are you nervous?

I’m not.  At least, not yet.  Everyone tells me that instinct will take over and I trust that will be the case.  So I have no reason to be nervous until instinct doesn’t take over.  I’ll worry about it then.  I had a dream last night that the baby was born and I held him for the first time.  He was bigger than I thought he would be.  He also pooped on me.  What really upset me, however, was that I didn’t remember his birth, and Kelly told me that I was sleeping and she didn’t want to wake me up, so she let me sleep through it.  I wasn’t too happy about that.

2. How is Kelly doing?

She is doing great.  She has been great throughout the pregnancy, and a real trooper, too, considering how uncomfortable it must be to grow a baby inside you.  I think she is ready for the baby to arrive.  Over the last few days, I have occasionally heard her tossing and turning at night, so I imagine things are still pretty uncomfortable when trying to sleep.  But she is still active (we went for a walk in the rain last night).  And even if she’s physically uncomfortable, she’s as cheerful as ever.

3. Do you know what you are having?

Yes.  We are having a baby.  (Duh!)  Oh, you mean the sex of the baby?  Yes, we are having a baby boy.  (As a side note, this question is often framed as: “Do you know what you are having, or are you going to be surprised?”  As I’ve said before, finding out the sex of the baby could be considered a surprise, whether you wait until he or she is born, or you find out early.  But the more I think about it, the only real surprise in the whole thing is if you found out you were having something other than a boy or girl.)

4. When is he due?

His official due date is June 19, 2009.  However, Kelly is having a scheduled c-section on Friday, June 12, which is just two days from now.

5. Are you excited?

It’s been building up gradually, but I found that when I woke up this morning, I’d passed some critical point at which the excitement is feeding on itself and growing, in much the way a star is fuel through nuclear reactions.  I imagine by tomorrow I’ll be coming out of my skin.  I’m going to be a dad–me, the guy who can still clearly remember days back to when he was two years old himself.  I haven’t yet been able to wrap my head around it.

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