Its been six days now, and I'm still pinching myself trying to believe that I'm a Dad. I guess it will seem a little surreal for a while (although the diaper changes are helping it to sink in).
This has been so long in the making that sometimes I think I'm still dreaming - but I'm not. I know this for a fact - I'm watching Offspring1 sitting in his swing, having a nap, as I type this (I've got the evening shift here in the TOC, while Household6 is taking her own nap and getting ready for the nightly feedings).
I sit here, looking at him, and wondering what he's going to be like as he grows up - will he be an athlete, a serious student, a fireman, a Soldier like me? So many questions that only he can answer, and I can't even ask him yet.
But I guess that's part of the magic of the whole thing - you never quite know where he's going to go. All you can do is try and raise him as best you can, and give him the opportunity to find his own path.
Assuming I survive all the diapers, that is.