There wasn't a lot going on this week in the world of pregnancy. Jesse is futher along, Cassie is kicking like crazy, and the due date is now officially less than 2 months away. The school year began this week so Jesse is back to teaching so there's been a bit of an adjustment there as far as her schedule goes. For the most part it's been steady as she goes.
I did realize something this week. You might even say I had a bit of an epiphany (or as Smee from "Hook" said "Lightning has struck my brain"). It all happened when having 3 different conversations this week that all had a similar footnote.
When talking to my friends Tommy and Kelly (both adults, mind you) I, also an adult - some may argue the opposite though - uttered the following sentence: "Did somebody toot?" I, a 32 year old "man" said the word TOOT! Who says a word like that? Only a parent to their young child. The problem is, I'm not a father yet. What's even worse is it was said as natural as any other word I might say on a regular basis. How did this happen? Why would I say "toot" when I'm not even a father yet? I'll give you the answer in a moment.
Sometime this past week Jesse was telling me about her pains from Cassie growing. I asked Jesse the following question - and again, I was being completely serious - "Does your tummy hurt?" TUMMY! I said "tummy." Who says that? I know who says that - parents of young children. BUT I'M NOT A FATHER YET. Before I know it I'm going to be combining the two and saying things like "Boy that burger isn't sitting right. My tummy hurts and I have the toots!" I mean, why not? And why stop there? Maybe next time I stub my toe on the coffee table I'll say I have a case of the "ow-ies." Or should I just go for broke and drop my r's and say "bettoo" instead of "better" and so on and so forth. Where will it end?
The 3rd and final straw that led to my great epiphany was the other night when I was looking for something to watch on TV. I went to see what was on Disney (which should've been my first clue) and saw that "Good Luck Charley" was on. YES! But wait, I had already seen it. Wait...I had already seen it? What was I doing? Granted, "Good Luck Charley" is one of the best shows on TV and if you don't watch it you're missing out ("Mama's havin' a baby child"). Why can I quote Disney shows? And why am I disappointed when I have ALREADY scene an episode? What.is.happening.to.me???
Then it hit me: for the past 4 years, Jesse has been grooming me for fatherhood. She has changed my vocabulary and my TV viewing habits BEFORE we have even had our first child. Genius. Pure genius. I didn't even know it was happening. All this time I just thought that Jesse was this incredibly cute and innocent girl because that's who she is. That may be true but she's also been calculating and cunning as well, all without me even knowing it. I mean, look at me. Even as I've been writing this, I've wondered if I had to toot. Not pass gas, not break wind, not flitter, or even farrrr, ugh I can't even say that last one anymore.
You know what, though? I'm happy she's done it. Nothing has made me more excited about having our daughter than being 100% certain that Jesse is going to be a great mother. And now, thanks to her, I'm on my way to being a father. Even if that means using some silly words and being force fed "Wizards of Waverly Place." Though I don't think that's on anymore. Ugh, there I go again. I'm happy to do it because it means I get to partner with the greatest mother-to-be on the planet. Bring on the toots.
(you like how I spun that right there?)
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