I thought that I was prepared.

During the long wait for my son to arrive I read blogs, picked up some books, had some long talks with others and meditated deeply alone on the prospect of fatherhood. I steadied myself for the particular challenges a newborn would present. I tried my best to understand the changes it would create in my marriage. I knew it would change my relationships with my friends. I knew that it would change my feelings about myself. I knew there would be change. Both emotionally and physically.

But I was not prepared for this:

There is no way around it. I've tried to deny the truth of the situation for a long time, but it's becoming clearer and clearer by the day. I'll just go ahead and say it:

My son is an alien.