BABY?!?!?!?!

.....So I've moved past the element of surprise and am now residing in a state of euphoria. Hearing the heartbeat of something you created with the woman you love makes all other things surrounding me fall to the wayside and irrelevant. Unemployment, unstable housing, dreadful weather, our god-awful economy, the constant pressure to be progressing in life........none of these mattered while listening to that little heart beating at its torrid pace. "He" must be as excited as I am about "his" arrival. I say "he" making it seem as if I'm biased towards wanting a boy. We have this ongoing discussion about what we think it is, what we want it to be, and would be disappointed if we didn't get what we want. While she "wants" a girl and I "want" a boy. I think we both agree on the fact that all we really care for is a healthy baby, boy or girl. Even though the sex of the baby is determined at conception, we have had some insight from some that seem to think there is a scientific approach to choosing which sex you will make. In all reality, I could care less.....its either gonna be Daddy's little man or Daddy's little girl...I'll take either one at this point. Often I find myself wishing the baby to be here now....like this instance. Not that I am actually ready for that to happen, financially, physically, or emotionally, but all the talk about it has me eager to meet this being we have created. I really should look at this pregnancy like one is supposed to look at life, its not about the destination but the journey to get there....or something like that. While there are many uncomfortable times during pregnancy, yes even for us men, there are some very touching moments and I'm only a few months into this. The heartbeat got me down deep but now everytime I look down at her stomach (since I cant technically see the uterus) I think there is something special in there. When we are laying around watching a movie, I rub her belly and just wonder what is going on in there. I look forward to each doctors appointment just because I get to see progress and life forming in front of my very eyes. The books tell you about the emotional rollercoaster during pregnancy and blame it on hormones and such. At first I thought it was just one of those things they stereotype at pregnancy. Along with all the great things we are experiencing together, there is little petty arguments and disagreements that just escalate from nothing. I like to blame them on the pregnancy so I try to back off a little but it is taxing on a relationship. We argue about what to eat for dinner, what to watch on tv, when to go to the gym, when to go to bed, what to wear, which car to drive, where to go shopping. When I say "It's cold outside, which coat would you like?"....she responds "I don't need a coat, I have a sweater on". While she may be perfectly fine and warm, I'm wondering "what if the baby is cold?" He cant tap her on the belly and say "I'm chilly mommy, put on a coat" From her perspective it may seem as though I'm trying to force her into wearing a coat but in reality I'm just trying to do whats best to protect the both of them. If it is starting already I am afraid of what I might turn into once he/she gets here. I dont want to turn into the parent that puts saran wrap around everything and constantly bathes the child in hand sanitizer. I suppose there is a fine line to walk here and I'm teetering on the more protective side. I suppose I just need to take a step back, take a deep breath and realize that everything is going to be fine. She will not freeze without her coat, I will not die if I do not get to watch an overly bloody, violent movie, and we will grow as a family with the addition of a boy or girl.
-Jacob-