by John Golden
NP Columnist

T’was just Christmas of last year when I found out that I was going to be a dad again. The jolly old man Santa, his plethora of handy little elves, and his eight flying, magic reindeer had delivered to me a major gift. This particular gift came as a big, joyful surprise. Because it was something that I did not necessarily ask for on my personal Christmas list, I was caught somewhat off guard. Yet, this miracle of a gift was absolutely wonderful.

To say that I was shocked last holiday season would be a spectacular, super-duper understatement. I was not sure at first if I could be completely happy with the “Honey, I am pregnant” news. And, to be perfectly honest, I was not happy in the beginning, for many reasons.      Login or Subscribe to read the rest of this story.