A morning in May 2016. Stockholm, Sweden.
I knew it even before my wife called out to me and said the words. It was that kind of a morning.
I was about to leave for office shortly, but there I stood, staring at the floor, waiting for the Mrs. to call out and announce that the test was positive. She was pregnant!
I was quiet for a bit, gathering my thoughts together. Not sure how to respond, not really knowing how to feel. Just because we planned it, doesn’t make it any less surprising. On second thought, I wasn’t surprised so much as I was shaken. Surprise is when something happens unexpectedly. I was shaken because I hadn’t really considered how it would feel to hear the words for real.
As she stepped out of the bathroom, I gave her a few nods of agreement, a very slight smile – we were both more nervous than excited – and said we would talk again in the evening. She agreed and I turned around and left.
A little while later, sitting in the metro, it suddenly struck me. I was going to become a father.
Me! Me? ME??
With my head down, I stared into my lap and imagined a day when it would seat a creature that would just pee, poop and burp in it.
But I don’t want to get ahead of myself just yet. Today is only day one. We need to wait. Sure there will be some tests required. Back to the present.
Pee Poop Burp 