out of town…and 35 weeks
It really didn’t hit me until last night. I’ve been planning on going out of town on business for months. This is just one of those things you do as a sales person. But, last night, I really had that moment of…”What if…”
Now, I’m only about 2 1/2 hours away, so I could easily get there …but that’s not the “idea”. I would be there when she started. I’d be there when the water broke. I’d be the time keeper. I want to be the one to make sure we get to the hospital and in ok. I want to be the calming one…if that exist. That’s how this is going to go down…unless I’m here.
And, through her doctor visit, we found out that she is “progressing faster” than the doctor thought. What the hell does that mean? Is that a bad thing? Does that just mean that we are going to have a thanksgiving baby instead of a dec. 1 baby? Or does that mean she’s going to drop sooner? By measuring the fundus he seems to think that she is “progressing faster.”
So, here I set, on the ninth floor of a nice hotel in my home town…with our rental manager, S-annon taking a shower and jonesing for a cigarette, wishing I could be at home, playing with my wife’s hair and planning out route to the hospital.
On a different note, over at “Inside Fatherhood“, I have found someone who shares my views on Graco’s motto.
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