It is getting close. Probably very close. Management has been experiencing increasing pressure and contraction-like symptoms, which the doctor at today’s appointment said should be changing over to actual contractions soon. In the past week, the baby has dropped considerably and having spent the past month as a giant belly with arms and legs jutting out Management has cleavage again. So increased contractions and re-appearing cleavage all point to go-time.

Bags are packed and the nursery is nearly all set, just the valance needs to be hung and the bassinet assembled. Sleep is elusive.  Every time Management rolls over, sighs, or just twitches in bed has me snap awake, hand on car keys, and feet slipping into my sneakers. I am primed for a Hollywood style labor, one that involves driving reverse down the highway, eluding befuddled mobsters, as we try and get to the hospital on time. For certain, I need sleep.

The toughest part for me is the waiting. I sit and I wait. I wait and I sit. Sure, I’m doing all of the cooking, cleaning, and general catering to, but overall I’m feeling pretty useless as if there is something more I could be doing. She has the tough job and I’m hanging around like some slack-ass K-Fed wannabe. Hopefully, she won’t be cutting me loose via a text message.

Back to thumb twiddling.