False Alarm

These are the longest days of our lives. Eight days until Sheridan is due and each day seems to go slower and slower, magnifying our lack of ability to make this baby come out. Today Samantha went to the doctor and while she was waiting she called me.

Sam: Are you ready to have Sheridan?
Ryan: Are you in labor? (a little bit of pee eeks out)
Sam: No, but they can strip my membrane and I'll go into labor in the next 24 hours
Ryan: Strip your membrane? (threw up a little bit in my mouth and swallowed it) Is that painful?
Sam: I guess it's uncomfortable. Should I do it?
Ryan: I don't know, are you ready? (Thank God Lost isn't on tonight! Or Scrubs! Everything's coming up Ryan!)
Sam: Yeah, I'm ready. Let's do it!
Ryan: Cool. I need to run to the office and get my laptop and run a few errands and then I'll meet you at home. (And I get out of work? We should have had kids years ago!)

I got on the phone and called parents and dashed about town finishing my errands when my phone rang. It turns out the doctor couldn't strip the membrane and no baby in the next 24 hours. They'll try again next Monday. That certainly took a lot of air out of our sails. These long uneventful days were about to be over we thought, and now we go back to waiting. The Lord wasn't ready for Sheridan yet and we're OK with that. I could now turn my attention back to what I was working on earlier this morning.

Mojo and I were discussing what Shoulders would wear the first time he meets Sheridan and we decided to go with this adorable sweater.



He hates it (obviously) but he'll do what we say because he's been on thin ice since I caught him trying to cook Mojo. If having children is only half as difficult as having several monkeyfriends, I think I'll do just fine.