Introduction

My wife is pregnant. In this day and age of technology, social media, and hashed-tags that means that every moment of pregnancy be carefully documented and published for the world to see in the form of a blog (short for web-log, fun fact of the day). Usually the expectant mother assumes this duty as she is the one with the firsthand information, what with the intrauterine parasite growing inside of her and all. The blog is usually titled something like “Our Super Crazy Wacky Life Together” and implies that this is, in fact, a family blog and about the wacky, super crazy adventures they have together. In most cases, however, the husband is mysteriously absent as the wife goes and gets a mani-pedi , or has a baby shower, or attends prenatal underwater Pilates class. At best he shows up as the one who brings home the pickles and ice cream, or the out of focus thumb that accidently made it in to the baby bump picture.

Left to Right: Beaming Mother, Incidental Accomplice

[Photo: baby bump, out of focus thumb in corner. Caption: Left to Right: Beaming Mother, Incidental Accomplice]

With us, however, that will not be the case. In this blog, I, the husband and father-elect, will take center stage with my wife off doing her own thing. That isn’t to say that her presence will not be felt here. I will certainly consult her on how to spell Fallopian and get her current nausea levels. But the focus here is on my journey through the land of ultrasounds, breathing exercises, and compound estrogen logic.

The Nerdy Parents to Be