Listen to Your Man

Well apparently my wife loves to blog; 9 months pregnant involved in a car accident, I'd call Jim Adler the Hammer, to get me what I deserve, and she text's in an update to facebook or her blog, so her readers know whats going on. So of course she could not let an event such as the birth of our child go by without a few blog posts from the hospital bed, it was a good idea to have some clairvoyant experience on the meaning life and how special we are and what a miracle this all is. That is a good idea until the epidural kicks in and shit goes numb. So a  missed opportunity of blogging the play by play of the birth of our first child, not if Kelly is well Kelly. Apparently this is the least I could do since I did "this" to her, and another selling point was that she felt her readers would like an alternative view to our life, but what it came down to was she was "reserving" running with "Baby K"  and all those other kids during TCU Football home games when the players come out from the locker room. And so here we are...

No sleep last night, since midnight been counting contractions, which had to be 8 minutes or less apart for a minimum of 3 hours before you can go to the hospital. So thinking about it, I was like damn, this is a long time to wait around for her to get a kick in the belly and make a tally.  Which it was a long time, but do you know how many 8 minutes are in 3 hours, its enough for the love of your life to let you know exactly where you stand and who is getting all the blame for such pain, no words spoke, 164 min. left.


We are now kicking it in the delivery room, so just waiting. Kelly is getting numb. So we wait for future developments. That last line made me feel like an investigative reporter doing the nightly news. Anyways, Nurse guesses a 4pm arrival. Kelly the same, she said she called it first, she has an undefeated record in arguments for her pregnancy, there should be some type of handicapping for that shit. Daddy thinks 2:30......or 4:20 on 4/20, whoa man, that would be epic, like widespread jamming with talking heads and radiohead. dude, whooa.