Awwc
03-21-2005, 05:09 PM
Preface: Last Wednesday.
My wife goes in for her scheduled prego check-up. Standard results come back. Nothing to worry about. My wife mentions the doctor was late to the appointment because another woman (with the same due date as my wife) had just been received into the delivery station and was going to make a baby.
Sheesh, seems like we still have our 4 weeks left. At minimum two until we have to get serious about making preperations for leaving the house on a whim.
Fast forward to Saturday.
It's about Midnight. I'm on the computer writing and the wife and child have been asleep for close to 4 hours now. I'm finally getting some uninterrupted quiet time.....
And then the most horrifying shreak you've ever heard piercing the house from upstairs. So horrific, I actually stopped to discern if that could possibly come from something I've married. If I'd ever reference a sound to corralte what a banshee might sound like...that was it.
I'm flying, literally. I think my 6'3" 270lbs frame touched only two of the 14 stairs. In that same time, I've already started my mental preparations:
Where's the bag from last time?
Toothpaste.
Pillow.
Music.
Cell phone.
Where's the car keys?
Dog's have water?
Isaac needs a change of clothes.
Toys.
Books.
Snacks.
Sippy cup.
Where's the car keys?
I need those damn keys...
Suddenly I'm rushing into the bedroom. I can hear Isaac crying from his room. No idea what could possibly be going through his head at the moment.
Wy wife's still screaming, possibly channeling a demon into our plane. This might need the attention of an exorcist. I can't hear Isaac anymore, not because he's stopped, but because my wife is winning the apparent decible contest.
"MY CALF!! IT'S CRAMPING!!"
Immediately I grab her right leg and start working my fingers through her muscle...
"THE OTHER ONE!!!!!!!!"
Heh..it was a 50/50 chance.
And we're not going to the hospital tonight.
Nor the Church.
My wife goes in for her scheduled prego check-up. Standard results come back. Nothing to worry about. My wife mentions the doctor was late to the appointment because another woman (with the same due date as my wife) had just been received into the delivery station and was going to make a baby.
Sheesh, seems like we still have our 4 weeks left. At minimum two until we have to get serious about making preperations for leaving the house on a whim.
Fast forward to Saturday.
It's about Midnight. I'm on the computer writing and the wife and child have been asleep for close to 4 hours now. I'm finally getting some uninterrupted quiet time.....
And then the most horrifying shreak you've ever heard piercing the house from upstairs. So horrific, I actually stopped to discern if that could possibly come from something I've married. If I'd ever reference a sound to corralte what a banshee might sound like...that was it.
I'm flying, literally. I think my 6'3" 270lbs frame touched only two of the 14 stairs. In that same time, I've already started my mental preparations:
Where's the bag from last time?
Toothpaste.
Pillow.
Music.
Cell phone.
Where's the car keys?
Dog's have water?
Isaac needs a change of clothes.
Toys.
Books.
Snacks.
Sippy cup.
Where's the car keys?
I need those damn keys...
Suddenly I'm rushing into the bedroom. I can hear Isaac crying from his room. No idea what could possibly be going through his head at the moment.
Wy wife's still screaming, possibly channeling a demon into our plane. This might need the attention of an exorcist. I can't hear Isaac anymore, not because he's stopped, but because my wife is winning the apparent decible contest.
"MY CALF!! IT'S CRAMPING!!"
Immediately I grab her right leg and start working my fingers through her muscle...
"THE OTHER ONE!!!!!!!!"
Heh..it was a 50/50 chance.
And we're not going to the hospital tonight.
Nor the Church.