I'm in a little bit of trouble. I know there's a right answer, I just know it! It's just that... I don't know the answer yet.
When your wife asks you, "am I getting big?" The correct answer is, of course, "No way! You look amazing!" Pretty standard stuff. Not rocket science.
Now let's explore that same question when your wife is 4 months pregnant:
Wife: "Am I getting big?"
Husband: "No way! You look amazing"
Wife: "So I'm not 'showing' at all? You think I'm just getting fat!"
Husband: "Well, um, no, huh, you're showing a little. You look great!"
Wife: "But is it noticeable? I don't know what your trying to say."
*Freeze*
You've already lost this round. Thus, the world I've found myself living in. A world of ambiguity, uncertainty, and more questions than any one man could possibly answer.
In conjunction with these emotions, I find myself with unbridled, uncontainable excitement and joy. It's counter intuitive to think things perceived as nuisances could possibly be positive, but they are! At least, positive to me...
"I know you feel terrible, baby, but it's for a good cause!" "I know you don't fit into your favorite pants anymore, but it's for a good cause!" "I know you just threw-up in a bathroom that's usually occupied by elementary school children with questionable hygiene awareness, but it's for a good cause!"
So here I am with unanswerable questions and meanwhile trying to remind my wife of the long-term positives that are supposed to make the short-term negatives less negative in a positively positive manner. The negative side is that, sometimes, the negatives feel so negative that they trump the aforementioned positives.
But I suppose that's the beauty of the road before me. Seeing the long-term positives through the short-term negatives that aren't negative at all, but are actually wonderful.
I know I'm going to have some miserable sleepless nights, but that's great! It's a gift.
I know I'm going to get the answers to a lot of questions wrong, that's a gift too.
I even know that very soon I'll end up with dirty diapers in short proximity to my person, and that, yes even that, is a gift.
And I can't wait.