So... on the subject of daughters and our wives being similar...

Went to the local clinic for our weekly checkup last week on Thursday, wife's blood pressure was astronomically high and she had protein in the urine. Her Ob pretty much told her she had preeclampsia, and told us we needed to go directly to labor and delivery at our hospital. When we asked why, she said, "You're going to meet your daughter in the next 24 hours one way or another."

Ran home, grabbed the go-go-pregnant bag, headed to the hospital, got into a labor delivery room. They ran some more tests, yada yada, said "Welp, we need to get that baby out of you! We're going to put you on some drugs and break your bag in the morning." They did. Wife gave birth "traditionally". Long story short, I have a healthy and beautiful baby girl as of 7/25/2014.

All I wanted was a healthy child and so far I have one and couldn't be happier. I don't think I've cried in years but man when she came out and started crying and I knew she was alive.... biggest relief I've ever felt in my life. Never really had a chance to bond with a being growing inside my wife, but at that moment I wanted nothing more than to hear her crying and know she was alive. That was a pretty powerful moment.

Honestly, just feel relieved the whole pregnancy thing is over. "Is it going to be okay?", "Will it be healthy?", "Is my wife okay?", "When will the moment come?" All that stuff is gone now. Such a relief!

Was hoping she'd be born on my birthday, 7/30, but alas that was not in the stars. She was born 7/25. You can't win them all.