My wife and I are nearing the birth day of our first child. The due date is one (1) week and one (1) day from now. We are so excited by the little monkey's pending arrival and are getting very anxious, excited and nervous (along with many other feelings). We are hoping for a smooth, uneventful, boring delivery. Ten fingers, ten toes, good weight, healthy baby! Boy/girl - whatever. We will spoil it no matter the gender. I am praying for a healthy, easier than average delivery for my wife and baby's sake. I am very proud of her and confident she will be OK.
I have never really been a superstitious person but lately I just have this feeling my wife will end up calling at work or when I am away for a period of time with an emergency "get your ass home, NOW. It's go time" type of call. My wife is ready mentally and physically for the baby to arrive.
I am ready as well. I am doing my part in a weird, concocted way. I am gone so batty that I have conversed with friends on Facebook about my new theory. I call it the "Morehouse Theorem". I infer the "Morehouse Theorem" is directly proportional to Murphy's Law only during the last two weeks of pregnancy. I actually believe if I make myself "temporary unavailable" my wife will go into labour. I have planned to go fishing (a short distance from my home) to help things along. I worked late one evening this past week (against my will) and thought for sure labour was near as a result. It's offical. I am over stimulated by thoughts of finally meeting my little monkey.
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