After approx 36 hours of knowing that I'm going to be a father I am, I suppose naturally, all over the place with my feelings.
The obvious initial emotion, was excitement coupled with a healthy dose of shock. Thankfully the shock has subsided a bit now and I'm left with the excitement more than anything. After not long, I noticed a certain sense of pride, a certain "well done me" type of thing (in the least crude way possible).
It was unbelievably soon that I started annoying Annie with my persistent "be careful!", "don't walk on the ice!", "make sure you can eat that!" directions. As it turns out I'm incredibly protective and obviously much more into ''ealth and safety' than I thought.
I think I'm just being over-paranoid now though, I've started a weird sort of paradox where I start worrying when Annie feels OK. When she's feeling a bit sick or she complains of sore boobs or something, I feel secure that everything is progressing as normal. As soon as I inquire "how are you feeling" and the response is "yeah, fine" I start to panic that all is not as it should be, before being told "you don't always feel bad, and it's not a good thing if you do".
I can see that I'm going to have to get used to this, dealing-with-a-pregnant-lady, lark. One step at a time.
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