The Waiting Game - Final Round

We're now sitting at about 11 days out from B-Day. At least for me, time sure has flown by! I'm sure Sarah would have a differing opinion.

With Sarah in the final stages she's begun the weekly doctors visits, each time hoping he decides she better make a b-line to the hospital. At last check Kaelyn is head down and ready, and Sarah was 1cm dilated. Sounds like go time, but Kaelyn seems to be enjoying her little cocoon. We've gotten plenty of advice on ways to dislodge her, number one being spicy Mexican food, but all the jalapenos and salsa in the world don't seem to have an effect on Baby H (although she may give an occasional "Damn that's hot" kick in protest). Sarah's also trying to stay on her feet more and get out to walk in the afternoons. I'm not sure if she's hoping gravity has a better grip than Kaelyn or what, but I'm up for it if she is.

Sarah's hanging tough, still working eight hour days and working around the house, but she's about ready to cut the cord and get this show on the road. Not only is she in physical discomfort, but the social aspect of the situation has gotten to her as well. I've witnessed it first hand and can sympathize with her. I can't remember the last time we stepped outside and didn't hear a "Are you having twins?", a "Must be a boy!", or the most common and least necessary, "Wow, you're about to pop!". I believe I've been guilty of that last phrase myself. Hell, I even have a previous post with that in the title. Don't worry ladies, I've taken that one out of my repertoire.

I personally have found myself in an odd state as of late. It's hard to explain, but this whole pregnancy situation has just sort of become, well, our situation. It's kind of like our engagement: There was the planning of the question, or in this case the conception (no details will be provided on this part, thank you...). Then there was the question itself, but instead of a yes we found two pink lines. Then there was the waiting. And waiting. Aaaaand waiting. During this wait period I've just come to know Sarah as preggers, much like Sarah was my fiancee. I had tended to forget that, yes, we were actually going be married, much like now I seem to forget that the growth under Sarah's shirt is actually my daughter. The only difference between the pregnancy and the engagement (besides the obvious folks...) is the definitive date.

Now, as the final stage approaches and I know what's in store I feel like Christmas Eve (every freaking night, hence yet another Midnight post). It's harder to sleep. Every time Sarah's picture pops up on my phone my eyes widen. When she's in the other room and yells for me I could probably run through the wall without a blink. I feel this sudden desire to hold my daughter, and I don't even know what she's going to look like.

I guess, in essence, I feel like I'm engaged to be a father.

I'd meant to start some kind of betting pool for the big day, but I think 11 days out is a little thin. Not sure what I would have offered up as a prize. Maybe you get to change the diapers for a day? I had the 12th pegged, and since that's passed it sounds like a pretty good prize to me. Either way, the day is approaching soon and it sure does feel like a good time to be alive.

We'll meet you soon Baby Girl!!! ~~Daddy