Thumbs a twiddlin

All the preparation has been completed. We took the parenting classes, finished the nursery, bought all the baby gear, and agreed on a name. Now we wait.
Last week, Emily’s doctor gave us a bit of a jolt. She thought the baby was bigger than expected and that she would have to deliver up to 2 weeks before her due date (June 11). She ordered an ultrasound to confirm her suspicions while Em and I were left thinking we were going to be parents earlier than expected.
Were we ready? I think so. To my surprise, I was filled with excitement, not anxiety. I was convinced this was it. Months of planning and waiting was about to pay off and we would be greeted with our special bundle of joy. So on Wednesday of this week, we went to the doctor and had the ultrasound. This would be the first time we would see the baby since January and we were both eager to see how much it changed. Immediately we were greeted by a face, a cute, smooched, familiar looking face. When seeing it, all I could muster to spit out was, “Wow”.
After the ultrasound, the tech said the measurements were on track, perfectly on track, and we would most likely deliver at our due date. I have to admit I left the appointment with a feeling of disappointment. That’s how I knew I was ready for parenthood and I was ready for all the responsibility.
I’ll be honest, there were times growing up when I ran from responsibility because I either didn’t want to be bothered or I was afraid of screwing up. What made those times different was that the only person’s life being effected by my actions, was my own. But now, someone else will be effected, someone who will depend on me for just about everything. When faced with that challenge, you can't run. You need to step up.
So now we are back to the waiting game. We are in the home stretch but it still feels like an eternity. They say good things come to those who wait, but I think blessings come to those who earn it.