“Getting a good night’s sleep Alan?
Well enjoy it now because you won’t get any sleep after the baby is born!”
“Like to go out to the movies Alan?
Well, enjoy them now because the only popcorn you’ll soon be eating is Pop Secret in front of your own television while watching Bob The Builder.”
“Like to go out for fancy dinners Alan?
Well, enjoy those fillets now because the only steak you’ll soon be eating is the Salisbury variety.
Perhaps they tell me these things as a friendly gesture (or sardonic jab?), to prepare me for the inevitable life changes that are fast approaching.
But frankly, it sounds like my first two years as a father will be roughly equivalent to Martha Stewart’s stay in Federal Prison.
Certainly there’s no avoiding the inevitable changes that will overtake our lives on or around February 20th, 2007, but can I not enjoy my last couple of months in a state of ignorant bliss?