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In six to eight weeks I'll be a dad. Is it just me, or does that scare the crap out of you too?

Everything about being a dad scares me. Important things, like how I'm going to look with one of those Bjorn things on me. You know, the little sacks that hold the baby in front of you? They look so dumb, but they're probably a lifesaver when carrying the little guy around all day. Thats where the fear sets in. I know they are dorky, but I have a feeling that I'm going to like them too much. I'm pretty sure I'm going to prefer one to a stroller. Strollers piss me off. I'm worried about that too.

Heidi's normally the one who pushes the cart around when we go to Target or the grocery store. I hate pushing the cart, and I know I'm going to hate pushing the stroller. I can generally get away with not having to push the carts because Heidi's in charge of what we buy at stores that have carts. If Best Buy had carts I guarantee I'd be the one pushing it. The thing is, I can't expect her to always push the stroller. Honestly, having to push the stroller isn't what worries me. Its becoming one of those people that scares me. You know what I mean. The Stroller People. They drive their strollers around the malls and stores like they are little SUV's. Apparently there is some unwritten law that says if you have a stroller that you have the right of way. I guess this should be a positive thing but something about becoming a type of person that I hate bothers me.

Bjorn sacks and strollers aside, the thing that really worries me is how Dylan is going to interfere with the opening of Ocean's Thirteen on June 8th. With our due date only being two weeks later I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to catch the film on DVD. Which is a shame. A movie like that really needs to be enjoyed in a theater. I suppose this is the beginning of many small sacrifices that I'm going to have to make for Dylan's sake.