\u201cBabies are drawn to me and I think it's because they see me as one of them, but, cooler, and with my life put together a little bit.\u201d \u2014\u00a0Michael Scott, The Office As the years go by, planning and preparing are two things I\u2019ve gotten much better at. But, there are just some things in life \u2014 regardless of all the planning you do \u2014 that are still hard to prepare for. The day for me was Feb. 1, 2022. Let\u2019s rewind five months ago \u2026 One October morning, my wife, Sarah, came home \u2014\u00a0around 8 a.m. \u2014 from her shift as a registered nurse at Butterworth Hospital in Grand Rapids. It was a routine morning. She came home and quickly hopped in the shower as I sat at my desk working.\u00a0 She later opened the bathroom door and calmly asked me to come look at something. I walked in and quickly knew what I was looking at. However, the first words to come out of my mouth were, \u201cWhere did you pee on this stick?\u201d Yes, you read that correctly. That was my initial statement when finding out my wife was pregnant. In the ensuring moments, I began to celebrate and needed to learn to keep a secret for a few weeks. We slowly started telling friends and family. (And yes, they have already started buying gifts).\u00a0 Fast forward to Feb. 1. We were finally going to learn the answer to the question everyone has been asking: Is it a boy or a girl? We got to the hospital and were put in a private room. The nurse technician came in and slowly got to work. What felt like hours, was only a matter of minutes. \u201cAre you ready to find out?\u201d she asked us. \u201cYes. Let\u2019s go,\u201d I replied, sitting back in my chair. \u201cIt\u2019s a \u2026 ,\u201d she began to say. \u201cWhat, no drumroll?\u201d I interrupted. \u201cIt\u2019s a \u2026 boy!\u201d she shouted while slapping her hand against the machine. Once I heard those three words, I tilted my head back a little, looked over at Sarah and smiled. Things immediately felt a little different. \u201cWow, I\u2019m going to have a son,\u201d the first thought rolled through my head. \u201cFinally, someone to watch old school WWF matches with too \u2014 grandma will love that,\u201d I also thought to myself. Our families were equally as thrilled to hear the news. And, now they can start finalizing those purchases in their Amazon carts.\u00a0 The idea of having a son is still settling in, and truthfully, I would have been equally as excited to have a little girl. Hopefully the next one.\u00a0 It\u2019s been an exciting couple of months planning and preparing. Unfortunately, this will be the last update you receive from me as my last day with the Herald Review is Friday, Feb. 11. To officially take on the family-man role, I recently accepted a position with a new company in the Grand Rapids area \u2014\u00a0which is also where my wife and I have been trying, with no luck, to buy a home.\u00a0 I leave the Herald Review confident.\u00a0 Confident in the stories my team and I have produced over the last two years. Confident that they will continue to share those stories. And confident that the new editor will continue steering the ship in the right direction. To the residents and readers I\u2019ve had the chance to connect with, thank you. To all of my sources \u2026 your secrets are safe with me.