The excitement that I experience when I feel my child’s kicks and pokes from the inside of my wife’s belly is like no other.
I can’t wait to hold my baby.
Love. Joy. Anticipation. Ferocious protection. All things that have multiplied during this pregnancy.
Other dads keep telling me that I won’t get it fully until I see the baby face-to-face and everything changes. I can’t wait for that moment. I can’t wait to raise this little one. To bond. To make memories. To be a father.
I’m pumped.