(Sixth in the series, “Becoming a Father“)
I had been updating this column every two weeks until this entry, which took a month.
I was suffering writer’s block. It was not entirely my fault because the only positive change around here has been the size of my wife’s stomach, and I had gained no new earth-shattering insights or breakthrough viewpoints on becoming a father.
The problem, I believe, is depression caused by boredom while waiting for my baby to come out. And when I try to kill time by watching cable TV, channels such as Animal Planet and National Geo. often go out of their way to remind me of frogs that take three seconds to mate and three seconds more for the fertilized eggs to turn into tadpoles.
Maybe I am exaggerating a bit. But why does it take so long for humans? It’s been five months already so we have just passed the halfway mark. Yet I want to kick a soccer ball with my baby, like, four months ago!
I must not be the only expectant father to feel these mid-trimester blues. Perhaps I will go into the hospital tomorrow to talk to an OB-GYN doctor regarding possible treatment.
Meanwhile, my wife is having the ball of her life. Her belly is now very noticeable, and by golly, pregnant women are pampered by everyone everywhere. Strangers are giving up their seats on the train for my wife; at the office, she is showered by snacks every hour – if it’s not green mango then it’s homemade chocolate chip cookies. Thanks to all of you who spoil her, just a few days ago wife remarked, “I wish I could stay pregnant forever.”
Note to wife: get the first one out, and you can stay pregnant as long as you want for the next one.


