Don't Dilly Dally

A funny thing happened at my wife's weekly doctor's appointment a few days ago. Doc checked her out, did an unprintable act that can't be described here in a family blog (don't worry, it was standard operating procedure i'm told...) and checked the baby's heart rate. After noting it wasn't up to speed, she sent her to what looked like a Lay-Z-Boy and strapped a fetal monitor to her tummy. After twenty minutes of me trying to figure out a chart that looked like a polygraph test I once caught on CSI--and i'm no William Peterson--our doctor tilted his head and said something that made me a bit concerned. All I heard was "Blah, blah, blah, go to the hospital, yada, yada, yada." Go to the hospital already? He was concerned and then added something to the effect of, "Blah, blah, blah, don't dilly dally, yada, yada, yada, I might decided to induce today, blah, blah."

Induce? My job at work wasn't done. We are weeks away from having the baby. I hadn't even put in the car seat yet! Heck, I hadn't even showered yet and my wife fan attest to that I'm sure. I was a bit nervous and the photo above isn't too far from what was going on inside my noggin, thinking today was the day. I think--no--I know I was more nervous than she was. So much for being the rock. Well, long story short, we spent several hours at the hospital, determined everything was fine and the little guy was not ready to head out just yet. What a wake up call. Now if I could just get that car seat in right...