Fatherhood was not on my agenda. Simply because the wife and I tried and it never worked out. We refused to go for treatment, firmly believing in the natural way. If it has to happen, it will happen. My mother's suggestion of fertility treatment and seeking divine intervention went unheeded.
All in all it came as a pleasant surprise last November when the wife suspected she was expecting. I had embarked on a new venture as well. I had my hands full. A home pregnancy test and a visit to the doctor, more tests confirmed it. Wow! Unbelievable. Took some time to sink it and then realized the only way forward is to be calm and remain positive. The wife was hyper ventilating.
The first 3 months were the careful months, the next 3 months were the a bit relaxed months and the last 3 months the extra careful months. I don’t know how time flew. The wife took the train to work and I made it a point to drop and pick up the wife everyday from the train station. The days I missed picking her up, I felt wretched and except for praying that she got home safely and doing my work, I could not do anything. In the second trimester we went on a vacation - a road trip. Now they have a fancy term for that...Babycation?
To be continued...
