Tales Of An Expectant Dad: Week 13

476500_10150753596196307_101759050_oOn November 5th 2012, my wife gave birth to our first child. During the pregnancy I decided that I would write about the experience. Every week since I have documented all of the events that took place throughout this time, along with my thoughts on them. Now that I can confirm that our baby is happy and healthy, I will share those thoughts with you.

Week 13 – Guess What? You’re old!

With the first trimester finally out of the way and a sonogram picture that actually looks like a person now, I felt it was time to tell all of my coworkers the big news. I decided the best way would be just to put the picture on my desk and see how long it takes for people to notice. It didn’t take long. Within minutes it seemed that the entire office (and probably the entire company) knew I was expecting a child.

The initial reactions were what I would have expected. “Congratulations!,” “That’s great news!,” “How far along is she?,” “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” All the regular crap. The second wave of comments however surprised me a little. “Wow you’re really an adult!” “You’re getting old!” “Does Everybody Loves Raymond make sense to you now?” I hadn’t really thought about it too much, but I will be one of the first people in my general work environment to reproduce. There are only a handful of others that are even married. We’re all similar ages, but I’m miles ahead of them in terms of humongous grown up events. This seems like a good time to remind you of the fact that I’m turning 30 in one month. Yeah, I’m old.

It all got me thinking about the lives people around me are living. Going out drinking after work and on weekends. Going to concerts and other shows. Living in Manhattan and taking advantage of it. I used to do all those things. I’ve blown more money than I can remember. But I don’t do that anymore. I’m over living in Manhattan. If I go drinking more than once over a 2 month span it’s overkill. I try to hold a vice grip over my finances. It sounds sad at first, until you realize that I started moving past all that years ago. I don’t need to live so close to bars and other busy places because I have little desire to drink. I don’t drink to get drunk anymore. When I do drink it’s to get a light buzz. I’d rather spend a free night hanging out with my wife (or a few friends) at home than go somewhere else and blow my money around strangers. I love everything about it. I’m at the exact right point in my life to raise a family. I guess I am old.

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