Impending

Tomorrow, I should be a dad, that is if all goes well like it is supposed to and stuff.

Princess Prettygood is scheduled to have a caesarean section and then The Heir Apparent will emerge. The happy part follows the scary part. Prettygood has never had surgery before. She is putting a brave face on the top of her worry.

I am trying to be the face of routine, business as usual but the fact is that I am also very scared indeed. The caesarean is scary-ish, but it's the fatherhood that scares me more. Casarean sections performed by skilled medical professionals are as risk free as crossing the road, or thereabouts.

I know that any moron can father a child; what worries me is that I'll end up inadvertently mentally scarring my son or clumsily physically scarring him. I know it probably won't happen but I am sure that everybody who has kids fears that they'll cause their offspring irreversible harm.

I'm allowed to worry at night, while Princess Prettygood is in the hospital and I am here by myself for now. Tomorrow I'll meet Queen Quitegood, take the train to the hospital and smile while I cower inside as Princess gets rolled down to surgery.

The old maxim "It's a good job men don't have kids" is probably quite fitting, although I know Princess is worried herself.

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