Well, it's five days past the due date. We are way past ready for the walnut to come and hang out with us. She's just dragging her feet. She was due the 9th.
Personally the word "induce" terrifies me. But that's what they are talking about doing next Tuesday night. Somehow, messing with "the process" seems wrong to me. I know, medicine has come a long way, but how do they know that she was due the ninth? We don't know and we're the ones who made her!
Anyway, my wife is miserable and hasn't slept well any night this month. So, who am I to complain that when momma doesn't sleep, papa doesn't either. Frankly waking up every two hours will actually be more restful sleep for both of us.
What I don't want is a c-section. That is the last thing in the world that I want to happen. C'mon God, nice and easy and natural (Epidurals are natural, right? I mean, naturally I'd want one if it was me.).
I'm so ready to be the father of a baby girl! Well, maybe "ready" is the wrong word. Eager, maybe, or excited. Ready is the last thing I am. In my mind I'm still a stupid teenager who has no business being in charge of the development of another human being.
Well, she's coming whether I'm ready or not, so they say. She ain't coming yet.
As I close what's probably my last post before she's born, I just want to say thanks for all the support and encouragement you folks who read this thing have given me over the last 9 months. This is only the beginning. Both of the blog, and my journey. The best is still to come. Wish me luck.
Brian
