Tonight Hilary is going to the hospital where they will perform some procedure of some kind that is NOT an induction* to try to help spur things along, and then if nothing has happened by tomorrow morning then she will be induced. The moment, give or take a few hours, is finally here.
* The doctor described it to us in much greater detail, but that's pretty much all I took away from it.
Am I freaking out? I've actually become strangely calm about everything since we passed the due date on Friday, for reasons I can't quite understand. Last week it was all I could think about, but now I'm just kind of in a state of suspended animation.
One thing that keeps rattling around in my brain, as we prepare to welcome our first child to the world, is my, shall we say, less than stellar record the first time I do anything. There is always some sort of mini-crisis attached to any new venture I undertake, or at least that's the way it feels. As in:
- First day as a camp counselor. After 17 years as a staff brat and camper, and my first assignment is at the pool. I am playing around with some of the kids, and I pick one up to throw him (as kids generally seem to enjoy). As I am throwing him, I realize I am heaving him right on top of several other nine-year olds. Mistake #1. Mistake #2? Yelling "SHIT!" as he was descending on top of them. I immediately sank underwater to question my self worth for about 45 seconds.
- First day of college. My first class was at 9 am, so I naturally set my alarm clock for 9:15**. I remember specifically setting it for 9:15 the night before, and never having it dawn on me the inherent problem with my timeline. I realized my mistake in the shower (once again yelling "SHIT!"), rushed to make the last five minutes of my first class, then left immediately to make sure I was at my 10:00 on time. Except I wrote down the wrong section of the class, so I went to the wrong building, and I missed that one too.
** I might do that purposely much later in my college career, but at that time I planned to attend all my classes. Can you imagine such a thing? Just typing that sentence makes me laugh now.
- First day of home ownership. Hilary and I bought a house in April, and within 30 minutes of the movers setting down our last few boxes of stuff, we began a load of laundry in our second-floor laundry space. Unfortunately there was a leak in the hose running from the back of the washing machine to the drainage pipe, and soon water was seeping through a crack in the wall to create several nice water stains on our living room ceiling, which we came dangerously close to having to drill holes in to alleviate the problem. In the first 30 minutes! I'm shouting "SHIT!" right now just thinking about it. Also we screwed up our alarm system and the cops came the next morning.
There are plenty more examples where that came from***, but I don't want to bore you
*** Of course this includes my virginity, but that's a story for another day or blog.
Sufficed to say, I plan to do some mighty careful stepping when I first get my hands on our son. And maybe I should let the doctor cut the umbilical cord.
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