Getting the sonograms of the twins has been wonderful. Reading the online resources that tell you how big your babies are in the terms of fresh produce–the size of raspberries in early November, and the size of lemons as of last weekend–has been fun, too. Crossing the line into the second trimester was a big moment as well, relieving some of our worries.
But another big moment happened last week, and it wasn’t one I’d expected.
I was on the phone with my best friend, Josh K, when I saw the Amazon box sitting on our table. As I opened the box, I felt my pulse pick up. On the recommendation of just about everyone we know with kids, we ordered What To Expect The First Year by Heidi Murkoff, and now I held it in my hands–something tangible, something right before my eyes.
I knew it’d be our go-to resource as we raised our twins for the first twelve months of their lives. Our babies, I thought to myself, the ones coming in just five months. Adrenaline pumped through my chest and, just as unexpectedly, I got a little teary.
“Are you alright?” Josh K asked me, still on the line.
“I am,” I said.
And I was. Better than alright, in fact. But I also felt a little twinge, a little change.
More and more, I was starting to feel like a daddy. Daddy-to-be, perhaps, but daddy nonetheless.