Unfortunately, the last free weekends before Blinky shows up weren't filled with me-n-John adventures, or even last big date nights out. It's too hot out. My clothes don't fit anymore. I'm ready for a nap before the waitress can even drop the check off. I'm not too fun right now. So we wait together. Quality time, if you will. Catching up on Jersey Shore, Anthony Bourdain, Kill Bill movies...whatever's on. Eating yummy snacks like soft pretzels and chocolate milk so that if it happens soon, and I go on the all ice-chip diet, at least my last meal will have been a good one.
So here I wait, trying to treasure the lying on the couch time, just the two of us. And somehow, craving that moment when we know this thing's happening. The decision to call the doctor. The grabbing of the bags. The drive to the hospital. The labor. I know it's gonna suck but I want it anyway. The phone calls. The footprints. Those first moments that go by in a blur. The feedings. The visitors. The moment when it's no longer just the two of us. All of it. I want all of these things. In the meantime, I'll just take this one last nap.