Dear Annie: When my wife was pregnant with our first child, I was worried that once the baby came, I would have tremendous difficulty sacrificing my time for him.
I was worried that when I wanted to watch the game, I’d be dragged onto the floor to play dinosaurs. I was worried that I would be bored endlessly reading children’s book after children’s book. I had never changed a diaper in my life and was worried that I would be grossed out daily.
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