Merry and I are down to a handful of days.
Our baby hasn't been born yet folks, but it's close.
This baby appears to be ready to make his or her appearance in the world anytime within the next few days.
I arrived to work early Sunday to begin preparations for our Monday newspaper.
Preparations or not, believe me, every time I turn, I seem to be expecting that phone call.
To be honest, I am getting a bit nervous.
My role in this whole matter is really easy.
But it is nerveracking.
Some of my friends called me earlier last week and wanted to know if I was interested in spending my Friday evening in Indianapolis as they elected to celebrate the birth of our child.
We spent the evening listening to music and playing cards.
Merry was unable to attend as she had an event on our schedule Saturday morning.
For my part, I went up to Indianapolis and spent time with my friends. Because when the baby comes, this will not be an easy task.
Part of me enjoyed the moment. Another part of me didn't.
I found myself constantly thinking Merry might call. This could be the night.
Needless to say, that did not happen.
But my nerves are rattled right now and my body is feeling it. I'm constantly tired. But my physical well-being is not what matters for the moment.
This moment belongs all to Merry and our child.
I am fairly certain I'll be just fine.
No longer do I wonder, "Will I be a good father?"
Right now, thoughts of, "I hope things go well that magical day."
For the moment, anytime Merry feels any pain, I find myself asking her if she's OK. I'm sure it's driving her nuts.
But this is what I feel the expectant father is supposed to do. Be as supportive as possible. No matter what.
Sometime in the near (very near) future, I'll become a father.
I'm not sure when I'll be able to sit down and write my next column with this in mind.
Only time will tell.
But I wanted to take time here and thank everyone for all of the well wishes.
Again, Merry and I are so thankful for all of it. We're proud that live here in Clay County.