The day I found out I was going to be a dad

It’s a day I’ll never forget. Halloween 2018.

My girlfriend and I spent the evening with my family eating dinner and trick-or-treating. At one point we were in my car. My cousin’s daughter was sitting in the back and goes, “Eddy, we are going to have your gender reveal party this weekend”. I turn around and ask her if she knew something I didn’t. She’s just 8-years-old and makes the most random stuff up. She goes, “Yes you’re having a baby and we’re having a gender reveal party”. I play along and just laugh it off because at that time I had no idea my life was about to change. The whole time I’m not even paying attention to what my girlfriend is doing; I believe she was just laughing. But all I know it was about to be the worlds biggest jinx.

Later that evening, it’s just the both of us at my house. We sit there and start chatting. You guys probably know where this is going.

The talk starts to turn to the whole something might be up. One thing led to another and next thing we know a pregnancy test is in our hands. She wanted to wait and I wasn’t sure if I could just sit around and let the questions brew in my mind for days.

She goes off to take the test and I was sitting on the couch. What was probably a couple minutes felt like four hours. When I get uncomfortable, I grin and sometimes laugh. So when she comes around the corner, I have this cheesy look on my face as if I was eight years old and someone farted in the classroom. I could tell she had tears in her eyes, she hands me the pregnancy test and says, “I’m pregnant”.

I look at the test and exclaim, “You’re not!!!! It’s one line! One. Line! One line means not pregnant.”

Come to find out there were actually two lines. Those pregnancy test manufacturers were really sneaky making the second line extremely faint. I suggested getting another test JUST to make sure. She assured me the test was right. We both sat there in silence for a few minutes. People can judge me all they want but here was exactly what was going through my mind:

Holy sh*t. Is this real life?

This cannot be happening right now.

I counted out the months with my fingers and said to myself “At least the baby will arrive after March Madness

Holy sh*t, Eddy

Maybe my mom will stop pestering me about giving her a grandchild.

Wait a moment……is there still pee on this pregnancy test?

We sat there a little longer and I just blurted out, “Well………..what are we going to do?” We didn’t know exactly what but we made a commitment to go about things the right way.

The rest is history.

Welcome to The Dads Blog

The 458 Spider’s unique hard top doesn’t deform because of the pressure field that builds up at high speeds either.


It’s a world with not as much information compared to the counterpart of mom. When I found out I was having a baby, I made it my goal to do some reading on fatherhood. The best material out there seems to be directed towards mothers. I found some good material but I wasn’t a huge fan of what I was reading. Some of it came off too preachy or too polished. It was written by psychologists, doctors and mothers. That’s not bad but it just wasn’t my what I was aiming for. Some of it was helpful but I wanted experiences, perspective and thoughts from your basic every day father or father-to-be. People I could relate to.

I set out to create something that I hope to be a little different. Over the past few weeks, I’ve spoken with multiple fathers I know. I told them my dilemma. Given my background as a blogger for another site called Wichita By E.B., an idea came in my head. Why not just create your own material and have people help you out? Find your basic every day fathers and write material that people in our own shoes would love to read. Not just dads but anybody who would like to get a different perspective. Or people bored out of their mind, sitting on the toilet and wanting something to kill time.

Thus The Dads Blog was created. I’m shocked that domain was even available. Once I purchased it, I wanted to move quickly and here we are. Over the next couple weeks, I’ll be publishing more materials from multiple fathers and guys in shoes like myself that I hope you will find helpful, enjoyable, entertaining and worth your time.

I invite any father out there with a great story to tell, a different and unique perspective to try your hand at writing. We are open to people from all walks of life. If this sounds like something you’d like, shoot me an email at [email protected].

A letter to my future child

Dear future child of mine,

We don’t officially know each other yet but I think about you all the time. Every single day, the thought of you floods my mind. There are so many questions I have.

What will you be like?

Will you have a full head of hair?

Are you a boy or girl?

Will you like videogames?

Can you please root for the Wichita State Shockers basketball team with me?

At the same time I have so many questions for myself. What we are about to embark on will be completely new for us so please be patient with me and I will also learn to be patient with you. I’ve never been a father before and really don’t know the first thing about being one. But fortunately you have so many wonderful cousins that have hopefully been preparing me for a small bit of what is about to happen. Of course being an uncle is totally different than a father but know this, you are coming into a world where you will be loved by so many people most importantly by your parents.

I’m actually sitting here on your mother’s couch typing this out and feel like I’m just rambling. It’s late into the night, SportsCenter is on as white noise and the thought of you is all my focus is on. I’m not going to lie, my eyes water up every now and then and I don’t even know why. I’m not scared; I’m not sad; I don’t even know how to explain it.  I’m just anxious. I don’t know what the future holds but I can’t wait so much to meet you and hold you in my arms for the first time.


P.S. I can’t believe I’m even typing that right now