After 8 months of Parental leave from work (I'm Canadian, and we are allowed this time if we want to take it, but only collect 55% of our usual salary), Walking around at work I kept thinking to myself, none of this really matters anymore! I can't wait to get home to get that greeting: “Da-D's Home!”, and the I'm so happy you're home hug and kiss. This is what really matters in my life now, and beware the peril towards anything that gets in the way of this, or harms my child!

Brie's now 2 1/2, and getting very good at talking, and the best things to hear now are “Da-D, watch this!”, as she shows me something new that she has figures out, like jumping backwards on the tumble=track at the gym where Mommy coaches gymnastics.

I have never been happier or felt more fulfilled as during snuggle-time just before bed, as she gets into go to sleep mode, and begins to melt into my arms.

My whole life has changed, or should I say it has finally begun, and I look forward to each new day.

Around lunchtime, my wife shows up with a blank look on her face. The moment I got in her car, she broke down crying and handed me an envelope. I pulled out the images to take a peek. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but the first one I viewed certainly didn’t look like a baby to me. It looked more like an image taken from the Hubble Space Telescope. All I saw were three white blobs contrasting against a hazy black background. I shuffled to the second picture. Same thing. The third was a little more clear. Instead of just three white blobs, this image had corresponding letters. Baby A, Baby B, and Baby C. I finally figured it out.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but this one left me with just two. “Holy shit.”

We were expecting triplets. We already had a five-year-old (my stepdaughter), and in trying for a simple addition to bring us just below the national family average, we had somehow become the Waltons in one fell swoop. The next day, a wave came over me, similar to the one you described that happened to you at the stoplight. It left me with a pit in my stomach that had an ominous feel to it like gale winds before a hurricane. For the next several months, that feeling came and went as it saw fit, and each time it happened upon me, it drove the point home a little further. I was about to become a biological father for the first time.

Enjoyed your blog. I look fwd to seeing more!

Around lunchtime, my wife shows up with a blank look on her face. The moment I got in her car, she broke down crying and handed me an envelope. I pulled out the images to take a peek. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but the first one I viewed certainly didn’t look like a baby to me. It looked more like an image taken from the Hubble Space Telescope. All I saw were three white blobs contrasting against a hazy black background. I shuffled to the second picture. Same thing. The third was a little more clear. Instead of just three white blobs, this image had corresponding letters. Baby A, Baby B, and Baby C. I finally figured it out.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but this one left me with just two. “Holy shit.”

We were expecting triplets. We already had a five-year-old (my stepdaughter), and in trying for a simple addition to bring us just below the national family average, we had somehow become the Waltons in one fell swoop. The next day, a wave came over me, similar to the one you described that happened to you at the stoplight. It left me with a pit in my stomach that had an ominous feel to it like gale winds before a hurricane. For the next several months, that feeling came and went as it saw fit, and each time it happened upon me, it drove the point home a little further. I was about to become a biological father for the first time.

Enjoyed your blog. I look fwd to seeing more!

After 8 months of Parental leave from work (I’m Canadian, and we are allowed this time if we want to take it, but only collect 55% of our usual salary), Walking around at work I kept thinking to myself, none of this really matters anymore! I can’t wait to get home to get that greeting: “Da-D’s Home!”, and the I’m so happy you’re home hug and kiss. This is what really matters in my life now, and beware the peril towards anything that gets in the way of this, or harms my child!

Brie’s now 2 1/2, and getting very good at talking, and the best things to hear now are “Da-D, watch this!”, as she shows me something new that she has figures out, like jumping backwards on the tumble=track at the gym where Mommy coaches gymnastics.

I have never been happier or felt more fulfilled as during snuggle-time just before bed, as she gets into go to sleep mode, and begins to melt into my arms.

My whole life has changed, or should I say it has finally begun, and I look forward to each new day.

A couple more books to add: “Babies and other hazards of sex” (for the humorous side…) and “The know-how book for dads.”

A couple more books to add: “Babies and other hazards of sex” (for the humorous side…) and “The know-how book for dads.”