We’re looking ahead now.

With three months to go before someone looks up to me, there’s work to do. Our home is in pieces. There’s a sander in our bathroom and a box spring in our dining room. Our sofa is flanked by my computer on one side, and our bed on the other.

We’ve done this drill before, but this time it’s different. This time we’re getting old floors ready for the fresh patter of little feet. And as if to remind me, one of those miniature pediments kicked me in the face on Sunday.

There are times when I wonder if we can get it all done. Then our unborn child kicks me in the face and I realize: There’s no time to think about it … there’s too much left to do!

All of my 37 years have come to this, my defining moment. I’ve learned that in six short months, I’ll be a father. What in God’s name is happening here?

Who knew it was possible to weigh this many things at once? To be overcome with happiness, overwhelmed by the work left to do and just a little bit scared that this, the most pivotal of moments, will turn everything in my life upside down?

You know what? Bring it on. Bring on the poopy pants, bring on the sleepovers and bring on the stark realization that I’m nowhere near as smart as I thought I was.

Ignorance is bliss, and I’ve never been this happy about anything…