Aug. 14, 2013 at 9:58 AM ET
If one more person tells me that my life is going to change forever as soon as this baby rears her beautiful little head … well you can fill in the rest.
I get it, life will be different. But I’m not 20 anymore. I've had my share of late nights, lazy mornings and everything in between. I've jumped off buildings, dropped out of airplanes, repelled down mountains, raced around car tracks. I've jet packed, mountain biked, water skied, Spartan raced. I've played in a band, handled pythons, and in my most embarrassing blooper, I once called a respected TODAY guest Dr. Genitalia by mistake. (Her name is Janet Taylor. Say it out loud. Sounds similar. Yup, you can YouTube it.) I've traveled the world, dated my share of great people, and spent enough vacation time in the Caribbean to calm my soul for life.
Then I met Steph. And in the most amazing way imaginable, she grounded me, temporarily quenching my never-ending thirst for the next extreme adventure. That's because she was my next extreme adventure. Over the last few years, we've carved out our own path: hiking the Dolomites in Italy, horseback riding in Barbados, eating dessert before dinner on numerous occasions ... crazy, right? And the biggest adventure of them all… baby proofing our apartment for the arrival of … oops, I almost spilled her name.
That being said, with less than two weeks to go before the due date, I've begun to really appreciate the baby-less environment I've built for myself these last 30-plus years. I appreciate the quiet time when I need to work, the gym time when I want to go work out, the food choices based on mood and not nutrition (QUITE RARE, MIND YOU), and our immaculate apartment, with everything we own exactly the way we like it.
ASSUMED CRISIS AVERTED.
Turns out, we actually like "change." We like challenges. We like the unexpected. Do I like 3 a.m. feedings and round-the-clock diaper changes and public temper tantrums, smelly poops, projectile spit-ups and sleepless nights? Of course not, but if every other mother in the world (including mine) did it, I can too.
And let’s just say I've had my share of dry runs at some of those unpleasant things… especially the sleepless nights. When you’re restlessly up at 3 a.m. every day, you get a chance to read everything (and I mean everything) on the Internet. I've read my twitter feed top to bottom (people can be so mean sometimes… I’m doing the best I can with the tools I have, folks… try to be kind), I've read three different baby books (I get it, breast feeding is hard at first), I've read Facebook profiles, Instagram descriptions, most of the online English-Spanish dictionary, NFL preseason game recaps (pathetic, I know), and I've even Googled my name a few times (as well as some of my other colleagues). Bottom line... If you've written about Steph or me in the last few months (good, bad or otherwise), there's a good chance I've read it... at 3 in the morning. I don’t know what in the world insomniacs did before the Internet.
Less than two weeks to go. I’m ready, Steph is ready, the apartment is ready. Yes, things will be different. But I always remind myself of something before I come to any fork in the road: If it doesn't challenge you, it won’t change you.