OK, this is it, the 40 weeks is up, it’s the due date, it’s all happening today, today’s the big day, crazy crazy, big day!!!
Hmmmmmm, kinda quiet around here. Not a lot going on. Did someone forget to tell the baby that his lease is up? Shouldn’t I at the hospital now, not sitting in my office chair typing. My wife should be in the worst physical pain of her life, not at work.
It seems that occupy uterus is refusing to pack up and leave the property.
This “slow down” does give me time to stop and reflect on just how weird all this waiting is. It seems like for the past several months we have been in this oh my god, panic mode. Move the bedroom and remodel, get all the baby stuff, baby shower, take all the classes, read all the books and the list goes on and on and on.
Now my wife and I sit around at night and look at each other with this weird, what next look on our faces. All the nervousness, panic and terror seems to have faded away.
“Hi honey, how was your day? What would you like for dinner? Feel like having a baby tonight? No. OK well do you want to watch Grey’s Anatomy instead? Milkshakes,… sure?
I keep asking the baby to please pack up all his stuff and come out of there so we can all meet him and get this show on the road but already he doesn’t seem to want to listen. What to do? I guess just keep staring at the walls and playing the waiting game. Maybe tonight some hot wings and a drive down a bumpy road.