For the past year I’ve been talking about how happy I’d be to get rid of my phone again, and just use an iPad for communications, like I did six years ago. My mentality was, if someone can’t get ahold of me when I’m out of the house, maybe that’s not the worst thing in the world.
I’ve known for months that I’m going to be a father, but until today we didn’t have a clue what the gender was going to be.
Now it feels so much more real.
We need to pick out the paints, and I gotta get to work on that baby room. Gotta order the carpet and the crib and the car seat and stroller. It feels exhausting, and expensive and totally worth it.
I’m excited and nervous.
I mean, one day I’m going to have to have the talk with her: “Marvel and DC are two totally different companies that publish separate fictional universes that will never crossover in their respected cinematic universes unless Disney or Warner Bros acquire one another.”
That talk might have to wait until she is three or four.