The Bill.

     Catie takes care of all the bills. She's good at it. She has an organizational mindset that imbues her with a near mystical ability to know where all our money is at the same time. It's pretty intimidating. Another thing that she's way better at than me are directions. I get lost walking to the mailbox. When GPS systems came out I was too excited. Finally, I'd never be lost! I could make it from the end of the driveway back to the door. Catie never needs a GPS, has one in her car, never uses it.
     On our way to the fourth obstetrician's appointment, it dawned on me, I have no idea where we're supposed to go when labor hits. Even if I did, I'm not sure I'd make it. Yes, I have a GPS, but I'm not all that great at following what the voice in the box says. Usually, it's not a big deal. I make a wrong turn and I'm guided back toward an alternate path or the best way to turn around. But my wife going into labor is not a normality. It pretty much requires a direct route.
     Her car is a two door and not real comfortable. Probably not a good car for the hospital trip. Also, it'll probably be too cramped on the way back from the hospital. The other option is my BMW. It's fast, a four door, with GPS and leather seats. That is, if it hasn't turned into a minivan by then. It seems terrible, even as I write it, but I really don't want water breaking in my car. It's gross.
     So, this gets back to "the bills" issue. She pays the bills, takes care of the food, helps keep the house clean, and she's the primary bread winner. I'm no good on my own! I just hope I'll be able to step up when it's time to get to the hospital. If she's laid up a few days, hopefully I'll be able to take care of the bills, the house, and the shopping. If not, we're going to eat a lot of macaroni & cheese.