When time draws out like a blade

We have reached the stage where time crawls while we wait for labor to strike.  After three ultrasounds, we’ve received three due dates, and the first is today. 

When I pick up my wife from work I always ask two questions: “How was your day?” and, “Have you had any contractions?”  Her reply generally consists of the words fine, and no.  So here we are.  Waiting for the birth to commence. 

I spoke with a nurse when we toured the hospital, and she confirmed for us that, yes, the birth center is usually packed on a full moon.  Well, the last full moon came and went without a pinch or an ache from my wife.  And so we wait some more.  

I’m surprised no one ever recorded a country song about this. 

People ask me at least four times a week if I am excited.  I tell them the truth—I go back and forth between excited and terrified.  Right now, I am excited.  I feel confident and poised, and ready to rock and roll.  But the clock is ticking…