Well, one of the things that I am having to get used to about being a dad is all the advice. I mean TONS of advice. Metric tonnes even. Some of it good, some of it, well, not so good. The most common one lately is “you need to tell your wife to hurry up and go into labor”. Well folks, I tried. I told her exactly that and it didn’t work so please choose some other pearl of wisdom.

The thing about advice is that its not so much the wisdom imparted (when there is wisdom), its the tone in which the advice is given. Yes, I realize my life will be different, so no need to add in the tone that implies I have no idea what I’m in for. Will things be difficult when Zoë arrives? Absolutely, but I won’t be doing this alone. I have tremendous support available from family, friends and church. Given that support base, there is not likely to be anything that we can’t handle and if there is for some reason something that we can’t tackle on our own, we’ll have people there to fill in. So for the smug advice givers, I think I DO know what I am getting in to.

Now the advice I really like is from my friends who give simple tactical advice like “breathe” or “be aware that driving home from the hostpital with the new baby can be really weird”. That’s good advice, stuff I can use.