The lovely wife was in for her 20 week checkup, and we were able to listen in on our sprout's heart again. I can't begin to explain the feelings of joy that go along with hearing those beats, man. As she again placed the jelly covered microphone on my wife's stomach, we again heard the beat almost instantly. Just like last time, I was extremely proud to have created a human being. Overcome by happiness, I could only express my feelings by emitting the low chuckles of a dullard, coupled with a glassy eyed stare and the grin of a simpleton. I was sure the Doc had seen and heard these same expressions many times before, so I didn't feel any reason to be embarrassed. So I kept on smiling my big goofy-ass smile. The wife was all smiles too, and seemed to be on the verge of tears of happiness. I'm glad she didn't start bawling, I don't know how I would make up for crying TWICE in front of the doc.
It's such an Amazing feeling to realize just what is happening within my Lady. Incredibly, we have produced someone who will look, act, and have the same personality traits (GOOD & BAD) that we do. Boy, do we have some serious responsibility ahead of us. I have a feeling it is going to be Damn Hard being parents.
(At least the kind we want to be)
Parents that have it easy are the ones who administer discipline from the couch, don't monitor what it is their kids are being exposed to, and the ones who's wills have been conditioned to crumble against loud shrieks in the toy aisle when the word "no" is used.
I don't want easy, I want to produce good people.
Time is moving at a rocket's pace and there is so much for us to still do, but we are keeping up with the program, and doing what we need to stay on top. I guess that's called discipline. I guess that's what being an ADULT is. I guess if we just keep the mindset that we have, and keep our nasty habits of procrastination to a minimum we'll be alright.