he next time I step
foot into this office, I’ll be a father.
Ain’t that a kick in the pants?…
The doctor said that the baby is undoubtedly ready to go, although my
wife hasn’t shown any signs of labor yet. So, if nothing happens over the
weekend, they are going to induce labor.
Meaning, ready or not, here he comes!…
t’s been tough going
to work this week. (Of course, at this job, it’s tough going to work every
week.) I’ve found myself less able to concentrate than usual, and wanting
to rush out the door by 2:30 in the afternoon, although, like a good little
corporate soldier, I didn’t. I wasn’t even supposed to be here – I told
everyone I’d be gone by now. That’s what I get for trying to make my baby’s
birth conform to my work schedule.
My parents are in town – they’ve been here for two weeks or so, and
I think this is the first time I’ve mentioned it – but they’re trying to
give us as much space as possible. They’ve even rented an apartment for
the time they’re going to be here. Neither we nor they are really extroverted
people, so I have this fear that they’re trying to avoid us just because
they think we want them to try to avoid us, which isn’t really true. The
only problem is, there’s really not much of anything for us to do, except
watch TV. Everything is ready for the baby – all of his furniture is put
together now – so we don’t really have any chores that need to be done
(except for a mountain of laundry).
