The Diem (Day).

     The day after my wife gives birth is going to be the best! Not only am I going to officially be a new dad, but I'll be able to write about all the stuff that's going on now that's too weird, gross, strange, or embarrassing to write about at the moment. Sure, I should probably be more excited about the birth of my daughter, and I think I am, but this whole pregnancy thing is holding me back!
     We were talking the other day about whether or not to go to birthing class. We're trying to move down to Chula which would add about thirty minutes drive time to the hospital associated with our prenatal care specialist. Never really thought about that. When the day comes, the water breaks, and all my best laid plans fall to tiny and unorganized pieces, I hope I'm not around. I mean, I will be there for the birth of my child with camera in hand, but I'm not sure if I want to be there when "it" starts. It sounds totally selfish, but the leather in my car is really nice and...well...I just don't want the really nice leather in my car to not be really nice anymore. For me, best case scenario is if it happens while she's at work. Because she's a teacher our health insurance is fantastic so the ambulance ride would be free. You know what else we don't have to pay for? Someone to clean out the ambulance after my wife gets their leather all dirty. Insurance won't cover detailing, I've checked.
     As long as it happens at work, we're good to go! She gets a free ride with free cleanup, I get to gather all the stuff she needs, and drive it cleanly to the hospital where the miracles happen. No problem. Well, Catie's going to have to do some work, but according to our schedule, that's going to work out the best. You hear that, Baby Girl? Wait until she's at work, preferably on break, then just go crazy and head toward the light. You know, this parenting thing's gonna be a breeze!