That’s because our due date for our little girl was on Sunday (Nov. 23), and it has now come and gone with no sign of our baby, although our doctor reassured Kate and I that she should be along shortly.
With all of the commotion surrounding our impending arrival, I’ll level with you that I didn’t have the best focus this week, with visions of pink and purple everything dancing in my head as we continue to prep for our baby.
But, the show must go on, and there are still opinions to be shared.
One thing that I think I will really miss once we have the baby is the remarkable way people are willing to go the extra mile when you mention that something is for your pregnant wife.
There have been many instances over the past 40 weeks, from simple acts like a stranger holding the door open, to the clerk at Subway in Uxbridge going into the back right before closing to make sure that my wife got the pizza sub she wanted.
The hardest part will be not abusing this once the baby has come along. As they say, with great power comes great responsibility.
With the due date having come and gone, I took it as a sign that our baby girl simply wants more time to have Kate all to herself. And in all honesty, I don’t blame her one bit.
However, someone pointed out to me that pink-clad babies are called ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’ for a reason. The reason wasn’t actually explained to me, but I can only assume that it’s a moniker invented by men to make up for their hurt feelings over the fact that Mommy is always the favourite parent - despite what she may tell you as a teenager.
With our little girl on the way, I’m about to continue a proud family tradition of being outnumbered by females at home. Luckily, I have been preparing for life in an estrogen den for some time, and a lot of what I like could be described as ‘girly.’ In fact, I was mildly surprised last week when discussing the TV show ‘Reign’ that no one else seemed have any idea just what I was babbling on about (although, that’s not exactly a rare phenomenon). I suppose I am one of the few in my social/work circle with an interest in a teen soap opera set in medieval France, and (quite loosely at times) based around the life of Mary Queen of Scots.
Anyway, it turns out this show is shot somewhere in the GTA, and you should check it out sometime. As long as you aren’t a huge stickler for trivial matters like historical accuracy in things such as plotlines, costumes and dialogue between characters.
As the soon-to-be father of a little girl, I have been somewhat relieved by a recent push in the United States to suspend fraternities in the wake of several reports of reprehensible acts against women.
Defenders of these groups (also known as rich and snobby jerks that have to buy their friends) will often tout that these groups - allegedly - do a lot of good work in the community. Although, as far as I can tell, the best thing they do is offer young women a handy reminder of which guys to avoid like the plague.
Lastly, I can only imagine that the baby will actually arrive on Sunday, since that’s the latest round in the Battle of North Durham in junior hockey between the Port Perry MoJacks and Uxbridge Bruins at Scugog Arena, starting at 2:25 p.m. All three games between these teams have been outstanding this year, with extra time in all three, and only the road team having won. If you haven’t been to a game lately - do yourself a favour, and make it this one.
Looks like I made it through another week and another column intact. The same can’t be said for my fingernails, which have suffered greatly as I wait on pins and needles for our baby to arrive.