Folks, here’s an update of sorts. We went to the doctor today and guess what she told me? Guess what she told me. She said boy you better have fun no matter what you do. Because you’re a fool, nothing compares to you two. Nothing compares to you! ♪
Wow, that was totally random and I apologize for that. I just can’t think straight after today’s visit to the doctor. Work is stressing me out a bit with office politics and my wife is 2 centimeters dilated. Yes, that’s not 7 centimeters or anything, but it’s something. Not only that, but the prostaglandins* are on the loose. They are like opportunistic street thugs or some shit. See the "term du jour" below for alternate definitions.
Damn, I’m flipping out a bit because my hands are shaking as I type this in between bites of blueberry yogurt. I do realize a person can remain at 2 centimeters dilated for a couple weeks so yeah… only time will tell. I best get cracking on my Harry Potter reading. I’m currently on page 62 of the first book and I’m reading in other locations of the house. Don’t ask! I will be playing soccer tonight should any of you need to find me. I will be running off much of this nervous energy. Don’t fret, the soccer field is in between our house and the hospital.
Alrighty, let me attempt to focus on work for a bit. Yeah right… first child on the way means I’m highly productive at work.
Pregnancy term du jour: "prostaglandins" –> some secretion you can read about here or you can go with my more basic approach. It apparently stimulates the cervix and naturally encourages contractions. Sex is a fine way to release prostaglandins, yet it’s not the only way. Or you could mess with people and say it’s your favorite dinner dish. Eat your heart out people!