A Million, Billion, Trillion Tiny Feelings Pt. 11

Notes from a father's first pregnancy

August 4, 2017

I stand above the crib and stare into it. I envision my little boy lying there asleep. I run my hand over his “back,” gently as not to wake him. I lose track of time.

I pace down the little hallway that connects our room to his, timing myself to see how fast I can be at his side when he cries in the night. I lay the few onesies that we’ve bought and been gifted to us on his bed. I’ve already washed and folded them twice.

Emily has a laugh at my expense.

“He’s not coming until February, you know.”

“I know. But he’s coming. Why not get this done now?”