As chronicled in this blog, for the past 3 years, Christi and I have wanted nothing more than to make a baby. We spent countless hours in doctor’s offices, traveled to Houston to meet with fertility specialists, exhausted our savings with in-vitro, and cried ourselves to sleep a couple of times in the process. In the end, it was all worth it.
Christi’s completed 31 of the 38 weeks and doing a wonderful job of growing our children. We are completely ready for our boys to come. It’s now up to them to tell us when they are ready. The last couple of weeks have been really quiet. Buying clothes here and toys there occupies our time.
It looked as though my boys inherited my inability to remember which holiday is in May. Monday may have been Memorial Day but the boys sure thought it was Labor Day! At 8pm, Christi reluctantly mentioned that she thought she had a cramp… or a contraction. What? Then she mentioned another… 6 minutes later… another. SHIT! She’s in labor. Ok… remember your training Dad. Breathe, drink water, lot’s of water… “Someone boil some water and get me some hot towels!” We have two helpless children coming. Our family is going to start right now. Sleepless nights, little league, report cards, drivers ed… AHHHH!
After a tense two hours the contractions subsided. We ordered a pizza and ate in complete silence.
