The moment Dawn told me she was pregnant, I was overcome with joy. For the next several days, I couldn’t concentrate. All I could think about was how happy I was to become a father. And then…the worries started to come over me.
Will my baby be healthy?
Is Dawn going to be alright?
What can I do to avoid any complications in this process?
What if Dawn gets sick, will the baby be alright? What if I get sick, should I stay clear of Dawn?
What if the baby is born sick?
Can I afford a baby?
How can we get the baby’s room (and our lives) ready in a matter of months?
Am I ready for this?
From what people have told me, you’re never truly “ready” for your first child. And while I’m overcome with joy and excitement, I can’t help but worry too. I just hope that everything is going to be alright. Each step seems to have a worry or “what if” associated with it.
We’re past the first trimester, so I know we’re not at risk for a miscarriage anymore. At our first appointment, we had blood work done to see if there were any initial problems. They never called us, so it looks like we’re in the clear there. Next we have prenatal screenings to see if the child is at risk for any major diseases or autism. After that…who knows, I haven’t thought that far ahead yet!
I’m somebody who always tries to be over-prepared for everything. But all of the baby books and research in the world can’t help me here. All I can do is sit back and try to enjoy the ride. While it’s exciting, it’s also unnerving at times. Am I crazy for worrying so much about something that’s completely out of my control?