I thought about the new responsibilities I'd have when I became a parent while I sat in the doctor's office with Valerie that day a few weeks ago. We figured she was around seven weeks pregnant when we made the appointment, and she'd insisted on that particular OBGYN guy after Simone had checked out his credentials.
In my head, I was meeting with some silver-haired, distinguished looking guy with twenty years plus experience in the art of childbirth under his belt. Not one with less than those attributes was qualified to take care of my girl at such a vulnerable time, so when I saw a guy who was probably not much older than me walk into the room, I'll admit he didn't sit well with me.
When he introduced himself as Valerie's obstetrician, I struggled with his lack of years or maybe it was the fact he was young and good looking, and his hands were going to be all over my woman.