...Is when we found out Erica was pregnant. She took four pregnancy test...four! I said, "You realize those things are 99.8% accurate, correct? My assumption is you don't fall in that 0.2% percentile." Erica's reaction was, "Dammit. Now I can't drink at the tailgate party in October." Clearly her motherly instincts hadn't kicked in at this point. Regardless of the circumstances we were both excited to learn that we were about to become parents for the first time. The last six months have been a blur as we try and prepare for the life changing moment headed our way this spring. I've been soliciting advice from anyone who will give it to me. Just last week, I asked a panhandler on the streets of downtown Nashville for his parenting advice. He advised me to go with Similac formula over Enfamil...said it was a better value. He then asked me for some spare change and a ride to the liquor store. Anyway, I digress. As the father (Don't laugh, if Gary from 'Teen Mom' can do it...) Erica has asked me to contribute to this blog, to which I'm more than happy to oblige. Thank you for visiting and come back often as we try and navigate the waters of parenthood.
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