Imagine if, when you were a kid, you woke up on Christmas morning and your parents told you that Santa Claus was running a little behind schedule:
You: "Um... What?"
Your Parents: "Behind schedule."
You: "What does that mean?"
Your Parents: "It means that he'll be here... Just not today."
You: "So, he's coming?"
Your Parents: "Right."
You: "Just not today?"
Your Parents: "Precisely."
You: "So... Tomorrow?"
Your Parents: "Not necessarily."
You: "Come again?"
Your Parents: "You see, he might be here tomorrow, but also maybe not."
You: "What the fuck kind of program are you running here?"
OK, that last line is probably a stretch, but you get my point. Amanda and I were under the impression that our little ball of joy would be arriving on or before the 24th of June. And yet the red-letter date came and went without the proverbial stork paying us a visit.
It's the damndest thing. You spend nine months taking candy out of your own personal advent calendar, and then when you get to the big day, you open the little window and there's a note that says, "Would it be okay if we gave you this last piece of chocolate in like a week? Ten days, tops."
6 comments:
Yes. I think that's the first thing I am going to say to this kid: "What the f*** kind of program ARE you running here??" Or maybe the second after, "Ow, that kind of hurt."
They should have just told you: "Your baby will probably be a Cancer." That way you're not so pinned down to a specific date. I was due June 14th (my mom's b-day), and was born on July 9th....
Keep us posted. Can't wait to meet your new person.
Although I am sure no one wants baby z to come to this world more than your beautiful wife, we are all kind of wondering... what is she waiting for? Let us rest assured that your daughter does not make rash decisions! And just think of how many docs and midwives you can piss off if she happens to come over the holiday weekend! LOVE JULY BABIES!
Jay, you were almost a month overdue? No wonder you're so big...
The kid's making a statement. She's not even born yet, and she's running the show. Nobody really cares what you want anymore. Deal.
c'mon little Z!
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