PART 1:
Had a big weekend/week.. Figured someone of you old farts might get a kick at a "young man's" emotional state!
Some of you know, i'm a big NY Jets fan. Once every 3 years, they come to Detroit and play here. Sure as heck, i'm there, in the green and white, acting like a jerk.
This year, my wife Lori, came with us. Her 2nd time at an NFL game, first Jets game. She loves the tailgate, even though she doesn't drink or throw a football.
Just before the game, we went into Ford Field and walked around a bit. She was really antsy to see our seats, so we went to watch some warm ups.
We sat down and she said "I have a present for you". And pulled out a wrapped piece of cloth. I had no clue what it was. I actually thought it was a Detroit Tigers beanie.. (Which I had been looking for the day before)
Nope.
This is what it was:
At first, I looked at her like I was searching for tuna fish.
Then I noticed she was crying.
Then it struck me that i'm 37 years old and i'm going to have my first child.
Then I realized that the game meant nothing to me anymore.
It took everything I had to keep myself from crying. I really thought I was going to and actually got watery eyes before kickoff.
I usually have a few beers at the game.
I had a lot this game. I don't know if it was because I was celebrating, because I was nervous or because I was in a panic.
Why this is so exciting..
Lori's lost 2 pregnancies in the past. She's also fought off cervical cancer in the past (9 years ago), however, we'd given up and come to closure that we were meant to be dog parents, but not baby parents.
Earlier this year, Lori's cervical cancer came back and she went through a surgery and a ton of medication to get rid of it... Again.
The doctor told us that after it was all said and done, the chances of her getting pregnant increased. We laughed about it.
No more laughing now!
I'm going to be fifty damn six years old when my child is 18.
That's a long damn way away!
Had a big weekend/week.. Figured someone of you old farts might get a kick at a "young man's" emotional state!
Some of you know, i'm a big NY Jets fan. Once every 3 years, they come to Detroit and play here. Sure as heck, i'm there, in the green and white, acting like a jerk.
This year, my wife Lori, came with us. Her 2nd time at an NFL game, first Jets game. She loves the tailgate, even though she doesn't drink or throw a football.
Just before the game, we went into Ford Field and walked around a bit. She was really antsy to see our seats, so we went to watch some warm ups.
We sat down and she said "I have a present for you". And pulled out a wrapped piece of cloth. I had no clue what it was. I actually thought it was a Detroit Tigers beanie.. (Which I had been looking for the day before)
Nope.
This is what it was:
At first, I looked at her like I was searching for tuna fish.
Then I noticed she was crying.
Then it struck me that i'm 37 years old and i'm going to have my first child.
Then I realized that the game meant nothing to me anymore.
It took everything I had to keep myself from crying. I really thought I was going to and actually got watery eyes before kickoff.
I usually have a few beers at the game.
I had a lot this game. I don't know if it was because I was celebrating, because I was nervous or because I was in a panic.
Why this is so exciting..
Lori's lost 2 pregnancies in the past. She's also fought off cervical cancer in the past (9 years ago), however, we'd given up and come to closure that we were meant to be dog parents, but not baby parents.
Earlier this year, Lori's cervical cancer came back and she went through a surgery and a ton of medication to get rid of it... Again.
The doctor told us that after it was all said and done, the chances of her getting pregnant increased. We laughed about it.
No more laughing now!
I'm going to be fifty damn six years old when my child is 18.
That's a long damn way away!
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