Waiting on a Baby

Babies, they seem to bring out something in everyone. From madness, to tears, to utter joy, I've seen it all in these last 9 months. Being pregnant or pregnant by association is by nature a waiting game, or at least for myself. I've tried hard to be involved yet at times I've felt pretty powerless and maybe even a little negligent. But since at this moment I'm not providing oxygen and nutrients to the baby there is only so much I can do. But wait I have, earnestly expecting to understand my place in all of this, hoping that at the point in which I see the baby I'll just get it.

But in waiting there is patience and in patience I'm starting to believe there is training for fatherhood. It's not even that I'm overly worried about not knowing how to change a diaper or recognize the babies cry as much that I want to be something substantial and meaningful in the life of my child. 

In waiting for one thing I seem to have become more comfortable in waiting for others. At the 6 month point I decided to get into home-brew and again wait, wait and wait some more. Excuse my random comparison but it seems that beer is like babies in the sense that you don't always know the result but you know your excited none the less. And by the way my home-brew is really good.

My waiting is almost over but for now I enjoy my time with Kim and do things like decorate diaper pales. Madness indeed :).  Tim