2 weeks and 1 day....1 cm and 80 percent effaced as of last Thursday. It's almost go time.
If there is one thing having a baby should do for you is make you feel "grown up". If it doesn't then, you are probably not ready to have a baby. I have bought a house, been married, had jobs with responsibilities and had to pay my bills. All things most would consider "grown up" stuff. But, most all of those things are stuff that only involve you and not really anyone else. That all changes when you know that you will be in charge of another human being. There is a real weight and pressure applied that makes you really lose some of your "youthful innocence". I always wondered how old I would be or what I would be doing when the stork dropped that baby in my lap. I am sure that it is rare to find anyone that says "Everything is exactly how we would like it to be" as they are having their baby. If you are that person, well, congrats to you and you win the responsible person of the year award. Megan and I might not have been fully ready to have the baby when we first found out, but after a long 9 months of prepping and planning we really feel like we are. The nursery is 90 percent done minus a few decorative things still left to put on the wall. Our hospital bags are packed, we have our stroller, car seat and swing all ready to go! Now, we wait. The waiting is the worst part. I can do nothing but hope for Megan to yell "My water broke" which only happens to 10 percent of woman. And she can do nothing but anticipate a delivery that most call "the most painful experience of their life." We are really hoping to have an early delivery not only because Megan wants this baby out and we want to start our life as a little family. But, there is a massive oppourtuniy for me that would have me travel out of state during the actual due date of Jan 27th. So, if the baby doesn't come, I will miss this opportunity which would suck, but, NOTHING in the world would make me miss the birth of my child. Nothing. I really think it will all work out for the best, the most important part is just having a safe delivery and a healthy baby. Everything else can be worked out.
We went on the tour of the Winnie Palmer Hospital last week and damn what a nice hospital that is. Everything is so top notch and a perfect place to bring a baby into the world. We took the tour with some other soon to be parents and it only took about 30 minutes. As we walked around I just thought to myself "Wow, this is really happening." Not like I ever thought it was NOT going to happen, but as you stand in the delivery room knowing that your baby will be greeting you in this place in less then a month, it just all sinks in. It was a great feeling. Megan actually started to tear up when we were in the delivery room, those crazy pregnancy hormones :) Not one bit of me is scared, I am overly anxious to say the least. Megan is going to have to deal with the tough parts like pushing the baby out, the breast feeding and the over all effect it takes on your body. I just have to be daddy and I know that I can do that.
We also went to our first open house at a pediatrics office today. There were several parents there, most with Mom and Dad and some Mothers came solo. I felt bad for them. I know I am not supposed to feel bad, but this should be an experience and a responsibility that both parents should have and want. Maybe the dad hauled ass on her or maybe he just had to work. But either way, I felt bad. The place was nice and the people were nice. But, I think we are going to keep looking. I am sure the place would do a fine job but just something didn't click for Megan and I. We both said it got a 7 out of 10 on our arbitrary scale of goodness. We are looking for a 9 at least. I will keep you updated as to when we find one.
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