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.