No, the daddy button isn\'t some perverse term, so don\'t get all wierd on me. The daddy button is the switch I keep hoping somebody will flip for me. Our baby\'s due date is fast approaching, (a little over a month away), and I am both extremely nervous and extremely excited all at once.

I\'ve had nieces and nephews, changed a few nasty diapers, etc...but have never been responsible for an entire young life. At the end of the day, there was alway someone to hand the child off to for things that I couldn\'t supply. (Not just breast milk either...apparently we may have some of that frozen eventually anyway that may be a non-issue).

I\'m not so worried about the toddler years etc, I\'m worried about this delicate little one that can\'t tell me what they want, why they\'re crying etc. Above all though, I don\'t think anyone that knows me, nor myself, can see me handing down discipline. I\'m not sure there is a stern bone in my body.

All of the worry aside though, I am absolutely excited to have the new arrival. I am sure Carrie isn\'t looking forward to all of the heavy breathing, and pain, but once that subsides and its just the three of us in the room, all will be right with the world. I have all the questions in my head as well. Hair/no hair, eye color, whose nose?

I can\'t wait...and I still have to find the daddy button...all in all its going to be incredible and I couldn\'t be more excited...and nervous...and happy...and anxious... and...