Whenever someone asked me if I were nervous or scared during Jyg’s pregnancy, I’d reply that I was rather stoic about it. Not that I wasn’t thrilled or happy with the fact, I just didn’t go through the usual Daddy-to-be jitters that plague most men. And I blamed my inability to feel the appropriate emotion for an event, life-changing or otherwise. So when Jyg sent me a text late Wednesday night to tell me her mother was driving her to hospital, one would think I wouldn’t have batted an eyelash at it. Instead, I felt my stomach drop. The tone she presented in the text messages, however, expressed one of doubt. It carried the possibility that this was all a false pregnancy – that…