House was nervous. Excited, but very, very nervous. Today they going to attempt to find out what they were having. The entire experience with her being pregnant had been almost surreal to him up until now, because if they did find out, then things would be more real. They could start considering decorating, they could work on names, stop calling the child 'spawn' and start with 'he' or 'she'. Though he doubted they'd stop with the 'spawn' nickname anytime soon.

He was sitting in his office, going over some charts, waiting for his wife to show up so they could go down to the OB wing and be there for her appointment. She was seventeen weeks and five days. Three more weeks until the half way point. He was excited.

I haven't had time to sit down and get out all my thoughts about the subject but I have just a few minutes right now, before I go back to work, and I want to write what came to mind down. So I don't forget it later.

Though I doubt I will. As it is pretty damn hard to forget.

On my birthday, Brittany told me she was pregnant. I'm obviously the father.

But I don't think it hit me until I walked past the maternity ward earlier today. I was stalking away from Cuddy and I happened to take a look in through the windows and look at all the little infants. And then it hit me.

I. Am. Going. To. Be. A. Dad.

A father. To a little human. I'm going to be responsible for a son or daughter. There's nobody else I'd want to have a child with besides her, and now that she is pregnant -- we believe about six weeks at this point, she's getting bloodwork today -- it's finally hit me.

I'm going to be a dad. I'm estatic, but at the same time...absolutely terrified.