The Perils of Dehydration

Dear Baby,

I'm writing this post on my phone from the waiting room of the ER. Your poor mother has been very sick during these first few months of pregnancy and now she's dehydrated to the point that they need to get some fluids in her. Nothing to worry about, and I promise she loves you anyway. In fact, she must really enjoy being sick because she keeps telling me she hopes the next one is twins. Baby, I love your mother, but sometimes it's unfortunate how crazy she is.

But that's not even the reason I'm writing today. You see, this morning before we came here, we had an appointment where I got to hear your heartbeat for the first time. At least they told me it was a heartbeat. There may actually be a herd of horses in your mother's womb. Anyway, I've seen you on the ultrasound before, but something about hearing you for the first time was incredibly moving.

I'm sitting in the waiting room of an ER and I still have a smile on my face and think this is a good day.

Fatherhood is weird.