Losing control

Anyone who has met me knows I have a small problem with control. OK, that's wrong I have a big problem with control. One might say I'm a control freak. I enjoy being in control in ever part of my personal life. I control everything in my household from finances to shopping. And now the we have a son, things are no different. I am the main caregiver for Drew, which is fine for me. I feed him, get him dressed, take him to the sitters, pick him up, give him a bath and put him to bed. Now don't get me wrong, Mike does do things. He plays with Drew, changes the occasional diaper, even gives him a bottle or two, but I do most of the parenting. And I'm OK with that. However things are going to slightly change soon and I'm not sure I'm completely ready to give up even a little of my control. Tonight we are saying goodbye to Mike's truck and hello to a four-door grandma car for him! What does this mean? Well it means that for the last seven months the only car Drew has been able to ride in has been mine. I take him to and from the sitters, and anywhere else he goes. But now Mike will have a car and a car seat base that he can transport Drew in. This is a good thing, right? It should be, it will take a lot of the stress off me. If I need to work late or if Mike gets off early, he can pick Drew up and I won't have to worry about it. Right? Or will I? Losing control isn't the best feeling and I should be happy and excited, but at the same time I'm sad....and a little worried!