We ended up going to the hospital when Ray's contractions were around 4:30 between contractions (we were told in birth class to go when they reached 5 minute intervals). But, she wasn't in labor enough. So we were there for a couple of hours and they checked her out and while she is having strong and steady contractions she isn't dilated enough so they sent us home where its more comfortable. We got home around 4:30 AM and they expect we will be back in a few hours. Now its time to try to get some rest before heading back. Cheers.
So it's 1:06 in the morning and Rachel is having some real intense contractions. They have been building over the past couple of days and now they are really painful. Right now we are at 5:52 between contractions and this number has been steadily dropping from about 10 minute intervals a few hours ago. We are just trying to relax at home until they are close enough to go to the hospital. Cheers.
Man, I am jonesin' some Skyline Chili. Too bad the nearest one is in Indianapolis, about 27 hours away (according to Google Maps). If I was a pimped out rapper with a Bentley and a private jet I would fly to Indy tonight and get some Skyline, but I'm not so I'll just eat my baked potato.
This whole "having a baby and becoming a parent" thing has been a fun process. Its really caused me to examine who I am as a man, a husband, a future father etc. Its given me the opportunity to look at the things that have shaped me (family, music, sports, friend etc) and reflect on how they have all led me to this point, a point of becoming a father. And after examining all of these aspects of my development I realized something (that others have known for a while I presume); I'm a little twisted.
When a woman is pregnant and people talk to her about becoming a mother I assume most women have an overwhelming feeling of pride and joy for the fact that they will become a mother. They think of all the things they will be able to do with their child, how they will be able to care for this precious gift that they feel lucky to be given.
However, every time I hear someone talk to Rachel about becoming a mother something different happens. I grin, to show the person that is speaking to Rachel that I concur that she will be a great mother, but what's going on in my mind is completely different. The only thing that comes to my mind is the Danzig song "Mother". It was one of my favorite videos when I was in high school and while I agree "Mother" isn't a wholesome song about love and everlasting Joy, its what pops into my head. Maybe I'm a little twisted, I'm sorry. Chris.
Got a hole in one of my tires the other day that couldn't be plugged. Found a great deal on some hardly used tires and wheels in PHX that weren't much more than replacing the one tire I needed to replace. So, baby got new shoes. Ain't she purdy?
