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November 06, 2006
Time And The Tricks It Can Play On You...
If there is a worse time than waiting for the arrival of something, someone needs to tell me what it is. A new car, some new furniture, some important piece of mail, a baby. All of these things are important in whatever way they may be important, but waiting for them, especially when they are late, is, well, excruciating. In reality, Joshua is not late, but Jonah was early, and that means that Joshua is late. See what I mean? Now pregnancy, I'm told, is not an easy thing, but for some women, like Megan, they wait for it, anticipate it, enjoy it, and then, just before the baby is due to arrive, want it over with, NOW. Such is the case with Megan. She loved (and loves) being pregnant, but it is wearing on her (and me) towards the end. We keep making silly predictions on when we think Joshua will join us. For instance, two weeks ago, Megan said (to more than one person) that she would be surprised if she made it through the week. Then, we thought, "Wouldn't it be nice if The New Boy would be born on Halloween?" After All Hallows Eve came and went sans bebe, (for you, Abby D.) we thought, "Uh-oh, it's a full moon tonight -- look out!" Then the sun rose, and Joshua was still so far away, and yet so close.
Am I complaining? Do I have a right to complain after all that Megan has been through? No to both questions. But I guess that my vision of nine months is a bit shorter than that of our Midwives, and of our New Boy.
Until her water breaks, Megan is banned from calling me. For every time she does, I think, "Yay! The New Boy is about to arrive!" Invariably though, we just chat about the day, or The Boy wants to talk to his Old Man. It's nice to hear their voices when I am stuck at work, but here's the call I really want...
...Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...
Me: "Hello?"
Megan: "Hi Sweetie. Guess what?
Me: "The Steelers lost? Again?" (See, not expecting any news on our unborn son, because she is banned from calling me until/if/when her water breaks.)
Megan: "No, dopey, you already know they lost; you watched the game on Sunday, remember?"
Me: "Oh, yeah. So, what's going on?"
Megan: "My water broke!"
Me: "Get out of town! No, on second thought, stay right there. Are you at home?"
Megan: "Where else would I be?"
Me: (Now using the intercom system at work: "Captain, my wife has gone into labor. See you in three weeks."
Captain: "Now wait just a minute...You haven't filled out the proper leave request sheet, in triplicate."
Me: "Can't hear you Captain, just started the car..."
Because it hasn't happened yet obviously doesn't mean that it won't happen, but being impulsive, and wanting things now, well, we want them (and The New Boy) now!
And the beat (and the wait) goes on...
Posted by Jon at November 6, 2006 12:45 PM