When Nine becomes Three...

The tuesday after labor day, Karyn came into our bedroom in the early morning to show me the pregnancy test that was positive. At that moment, I was overwhelmed with excitement but still had in the back of my mind that 9 months was far away.

Now it's February 3 and I ask myself where did the time go? We have successfully moved, we are almost settled so to speak and we are entering the last trimester with a lot of excitement. The weird thing is that I don't find myself worrying about major issues such as being a good father, rearing my kids in the right way, sleep, providing them nutritious meals, etc. I find myself haveing more random worries such as:

Am I going to pick up the kid or drop them off and if I am on pick up duty, what will happen if the Red Line is mega delayed?

Depending on its a boy or a girl and I buy them a ton of items with airplanes on it - will people think I am just pushing my hobby onto my kid - what if they like trains, spaceships, or historical coins?

Will my kid think mommy and daddy are total weirdos if we sing in the car on the way to places?

We are about to begin birthing classes which could lead to other more real-world issues coming into play about having a newborn but for now, I'll stick with what works for me ;)