I did this to her.

Hi. This is John. The husband and soon-to-be father. In other words, I'm the guy that did this to Jeanene. I have yet to share my experience thus far in this whole baby affair, and as Jeanene's baby sickness stage moves into full drive, it's probably better that I post something anyway.

I'm so happy that we're having a baby. I mean, there's already been a couple tiffs over boy names, but I mean, come on, who wouldn't love a little Truman Sellers? The reality is, however, the only Truman that will ever live in our home will be either a dog or a little pot-belly pig.

I wasn't overly surprised when Jeanene told me that there was something alive in her womb, but it was cute how she put it up on our scrabble board we have mounted on the wall in our bedroom.  My reaction to finding out was the relieved exclamation: "I work!" Soon after, however, I discovered just how well I worked. You see, everyone tells you that you'll never be fully prepared for children, and we accepted the financial hurtles that lay ahead, but when they talk about the expectant mother getting really sick all the time during (hopefully only) early pregnancy, they are not kidding. I've heard people casually say that the first trimester is tough, but after only about two weeks, I'm beginning to realize how hard it is on both of us.

The fact remains, though, that I love her more than ever, and I know that we'll get through this phase of the pregnancy and move forward to more new and exciting things. If anything, I'm learning the hard way how important it is to have compassion, especially because I have no idea what I'm doing, and everything I try to do only seems to make things worse. In an odd way, though, I'm glad to be through it, and there is definitely no one else on earth I'd rather go through it with.