I was pretty stoked last night to get my final round of sleeping in until I'm 50. Unfortunately, thoughts about my impending life change kept me up, and I tossed and turned until 6:30 am and then gave up. Hilarious.

My life is about to change forever, and about a billion things are going through my head. Will he be a happy kid? Will I screw him up? Will he like the same things I like? Will he hate the same things I hate? Will he be grateful or embarrassed that we didn't get him circumcised? Will he be a momma's boy? Will he be a jock? Will he get lucky, and get the genes from Heather's dad and my Dad's side of the family and be taller than me? Will he be a douchey teen? Will I screw him up? Will he be smart? Irretrievably Stupid?Will he get the Mordecai competitive gene and have to beat everyone at every game he plays? Will he be a good sport? Will he be a charmer with the ladies? Or the men? Will he turn into Alex P. Keaton? Will I screw him up? Will he be president?

There's about a billion more of those that I'll spare you from hearing, but I take consolation in one fact. My brother, whom growing up I thought to be a degenerate pain in my ass, has not only become a really well functioning adult, he has managed to be an awesome dad to the most adorable little girl in the world. Surely, if a guy who shoved peas up his nose as a kid, and missed out on an NBA all-star game because he refused to do one simple chore (seriously, at age 10, all he had to do was do the dishes, with help from the rest of the family, and he would be flown to NC to meet Charles Barkley, but he refused on the principal that he just didn't want to) can be an awesome dad, then there is possibly hope for me.

I'm gonna go not sleep now. I'll keep you posted tomorrow as I can. 6am we start. Good times.