We're just 4 days from the due date of our son. Laurie, God love her, is having a tough time staying comfortable in any position be it sitting, standing or laying down. The good news is that at the last checkup the doctor said that things might be progressing toward a conclusion here soon. We can't wait.
I think we're both past the point of anxiety about this. We're just impatient now. We want to see him. We want to get on with it. People ask me all the time, "Are you ready?" As I'll ever be. It's funny, but I was more anxious 5-minutes after she showed me the EPT stick than I am now.
I will confess I'm getting a little tired of hearing, "Your life is about to change forever." I don't doubt for a second that the people who say this say so out of affection and with the best intentions. But this won't have been the first time either of us have experienced change in our lives. Graduations, jobs, marriage, it's all changed my life forever. If there's anything I'm acutely aware of as I knock on 40's door, it's that my life will change.
For those of you whom I text on a fairly regular basis, you can expect a message when we're headed to the hospital. Consider that the starter pistol. As soon as our son arrives, I'll send another. If you call and I don't answer right away, well, I know you'll understand.
Here's hoping my next post has a picture of my son. Later.
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