Ok – I admit, I am a bit slow when it comes to posting. Still, I feel that a post should be something of interest, and my wife keeps yelling at me for not posting. So here it is.

We are pregnant. Yes – the structured sex worked. But we are early in the process and anything can happen over the next few weeks. In a way, the news is bitter sweet. As happy as we are, we are nervous. Not only because the first trimester is critical, but because starting a family is closer to reality. And I can’t help but ask myself, How the hell can you be a father when you never knew your own father?

I am a product of a divorce. My Father left my mother six months pregnant, drove to California with the women he was cheating on her with and started over. I met him once when I was seven, and talked to him a handful of times before he dies of AIDS in 1994.

Needless to say, my mother never remarried and I never did find a father figure. All I have to go on what I have seen other fathers, those who I admired, do with there families. Is that enough? I suppose eventually I will find out. For now, I sit and wonder what’s to come.