Getting to know that I was going to become a dad was a very strange feeling. I had expected it to be one filled with anxiety but in fact there was none. I am a reserved kind of person but this news may be because it was anticipated, did not scare me, in fact filled me with strength and excitement. This was rather inexplicable to me. It sure used to seem like that my friends were taking a lot of responsibility when they decided to become parents, but when it happened to us none of that came to mind. I sometimes attribute it to dumbness or inability to reason out this behaviour, but may be this is a feeling that overcomes all reason. Myna and I used to argue a lot about the lack of any rationale to become a parent (more so myself on the side of rationale). What changed me, I have no clue. I am still searching for the reason.