This will probably be my last blog before I begin fatherhood...let that settle in for a moment.
It does not seem like very long ago that Amy told me that she was pregnant. That was exciting, but pregnancy has a different feel for fathers and mothers. Mothers feel the changes and the growth; the fathers are able to see some of them, but it is not as personal as it is for mothers. I've been excited about being a dad since Amy told me that I was going to be one, but now it is getting real. I could, theoretically, become a dad within hours from now!
I must say, and I hope that this is an indication of things to come, my son seems to be extremely well behaved. My friend, Kip, said it best that, "Ryne knows not to mess with his dad on Iowa football Saturdays." I was a little bit worried (no, I'll be honest; worried a lot!) that Amy was going to go into labor soon before or during the Iowa vs. Penn State football game that was just played last night. She didn't. We were able to enjoy the game (I'll expand on this momentarily)/the Iowa victory! And now, Iowa has 13 days before their next game. Amy has 13 days to deliver our soon to be adored son. I must say, we planned this pregnancy very well! If you are going to do anything during the fall, which I would highly advise against, at least do it during the bye week...(I wish that I could say that I am joking within this paragraph, but that would only be partially true - sorry).
I said that "we were able to enjoy the game/the Iowa victory!" in my previous paragraph so let me tell you a little bit about what that means to me. And I'm not going to tell you what the victory means to me, but I want to tell you what Amy going to the game with me means to me. On the day of the game, Amy was 11 days out from her due date. That alone, from what I've heard regarding other women's pregnancies, would be reason enough for her to not want to go. We had to drive one hour to Iowa City; we walked around the stadium prior to the game, tailgating for a little while; we sat and stood in our seats for the entire game (plus about 45 minutes prior to kickoff) in what was definitely the most crowded that Kinnick has been this year; did I mention that it was a Saturday night game and that it was very cold so we had to dress in multiple layers; and then we had to drive an hour back home, not returning home until after midnight. She wanted to go; and even if she didn't want to go, she told me that she wanted to go. She didn't say that she wanted to stay home, and she didn't make me stay at home! I can not tell you how much that I thank her for this. This is one of the things that I love the most about Amy. You should see the way that the other people who have season tickets around us (and therefore have been sitting with us for the past month now) look at us. I'm pretty sure that they think that Amy is about the toughest woman alive; I'm pretty sure that they think that Amy is about the biggest Hawkeyes fan alive; and I'm pretty sure that they think that I'm about the luckiest guy alive to have a wife who obviously a trooper.
I hear of many women who at times may be demanding during pregnancy and very vocal about their uncomfortableness during pregnancy, but this has not been Amy. I know that she is very uncomfortable during pregnancy, but she does a pretty good job of concealing that fact from most people. I am very fortunate. This pregnancy has been very easy on me. Thank you Amy.
So now I'm all in. My attention is fully focused on Ryne entering the world. Let's have this baby; the sooner the better! (but for sure within the next 13 days! ;-))
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