The shock is over

I know I was the only person who was saying (out loud, at least) that the baby was going to be a girl, but that didn't make the news any less shocking. It hit me like something that hits you really hard, perhaps bricks in large quantities, as much as a ton, say. I still am nervous. I still feel like I am completely clueless. These feelings are not going anywhere for years. Girl newborns turn into to girl toddlers, into girl preteens, into girl teenagers, into girl young women. Looking at that, it is infinitely clear to me that my nervousness and fear will only grow for decades to come, until finally simmering down. I've renamed Ariane's pregnancy as "Operation Make Luke Nervous for the Next 25 Years At Least." I'm past the initial shock, but the more I think about it, the less I know. Right now my major concern is hoping that this baby looks not like me, but like her mother. I don't want this poor girl looking like me. Only bad things come of women looking too much like men (and the opposite is true, of course). Conan O'Brien and Tarja Halonen prove this.


So cross your fingers for this little girl.