Our baby. Just thinking it makes me a little lightheaded. But not, as it turned out, anxious. I thought I should be. Jamie certainly thought that I would be, or at least unsure. The opposite happened.
I was absolutely confident that Jamie and our child were my future. The knowledge that I would be a father soon made me feel like I had been drifting my whole life, even when I was working towards a goal like my degree. Everything else fell away. I knew that my goal was to keep them safe, happy, and loved. That was pretty much as simple as it got. I was afraid, but it was like the anticipation before you get on a roller-coaster. Pleasant, exciting fear.
Plus, I found the idea of Jamie being pregnant with my child to be almost unbearably hot.
After getting out of the hospital, we'd managed
