…. she gets up to go to the bathroom. "hey Egan, you’ll never believe this". Egan scampers over to bathroom to hear an excited Mrs. Lessinges.
Do you want to see something?
Do I have an option? (keep in mind I had to remove a mouse trap about two hours before)
Well, it’s up to you.
Fine, let’s see it!
Since I blogged about the "bloody show" (or BS for those uncomfortable with typing it) last week, I was rather intrigued. And then time began to morph into some sci-fi like atmosphere. N-PO exits the bathroom and we both look at each other with devilish grins. This is the moment. Things are beginning to happen. We added a few Clif bars to our hospital bag and sat back and realized it’s go time. A few phone calls were made and we grinned at each other from our comfy living room chairs, more out of anxiety than anything.
I jump in the car at 11:30pm and gassed the sucker up since traffic could be hellish in Seattle this weekend. We sat around and chatted about the signs just witnessed. Mrs. Lessinges did some reading in her pregnancy books and then got ready for bed. Anna was really active inside her belly and according to my wife, the feeling was much different than normal.
I tossed and turned the entire night. One minute I’m thinking about the baby and the next minute I’m having nightmares about copious amounts of blog comments. See how freaking dedicated I am? It continued that way all night long. The chilly air from our window fan tickled the hairs on my forearms, never allowing me to reach deep sleep. I get the feeling it’s not the fan’s fault though because visions of a baby were also dancing in my head.
This morning I wake up to N-PO’s snoring. After my shower I asked her how she was feeling. I love her description here, "it feels like she’s burrowing in my pelvis". I have funny pictures in my head as to what this involves. I defrost my bagel, get dressed, kiss my wife goodbye, and go to work. Damn, the nerves were a shaking. She assures me she will be fine and won’t get into any traffic jams today.
On the way to work I’m a tad emotional, crying as I listen to the Anna playlist on my iPod. Two songs really get me: Father and Daughter by Paul Simon and Three is a Magic Number by Blind Melon. I know the Blind Melon song is a cover of a Schoolhouse Rock jingle, but it works. Both songs have me in tears halfway through my drive as I envision the life changes ahead of us.
So there you have it…. now it’s a waiting game. A parenting crash course of patience is now underway. I had flashbacks after gassing up the car last night to Vegas. When you’re in Vegas you lose track of time. That’s precisely how I felt while recording some audio into my cell phone on the short ride back from the gas station. Reality is here! Wish us luck! Hell, I don’t need to type that.. I know you’re all very supportive. I will do my best to keep you posted on things. Have a nice weekend!
….tick tock, tick tock, tick tock