The best laid plans...
If the missus doesn't go into labor on her own shortly, the vet is gonna induce labor sometime around 6:30am tomorrow. I'm not real sure why they choose this obscene hour of the morning, but from conversations it appears to be a bit of a conspiracy. Seems they'd let the expectant father get at least one more decent nights sleep, but nooooooooooo, it's all about the ladies, funny how that works.
As y'all might expect posting over the next couple of days will probably be sporadic, at best. For some reason the missus was against me live-blogging the hatching process. I'm thinking I may slip a pocket recorder in just so I've got proof of the verbal abuse.
I'm of course taking the advice of several folks and leaving a majority of my sense of humor at the door and also planning to keep my mouth shut, duct tape may be involved. That's probably the only way I'll make it out of the delivery room 1) alive 2) with the family jewels still attached and in working order. If I turn up missing it's because I said something stupid.
Oh, good luck, honey.
I hope things go as smoothly and comfortably as possible for everyone involved.
Bless you all.
; )
Posted by: Chrissy at March 7, 2006 10:59 PMGood luck is right. Just don't let her hands get anywhere near the family jewels and you'll be relatively safe.
Seriously - Enjoy it, soak it in, remember it. You'll never experience anything like it (well, at least until you do it again). You'll be in awe of this beautiful little creature that the two of you have created. Then, your life will be forever changed - for the better. I'm jealous.
Oh... and she'll quit calling you horrible names when it's all over. That's always good.
Posted by: Dash at March 7, 2006 11:16 PMI'm blissfully advice-free, but I wish you and the missus the best of luck in the morning!
Posted by: Kathy at March 7, 2006 11:35 PMBest wishes and congratulations!
Posted by: seawitch at March 7, 2006 11:37 PMGood luck and best wishes!
Posted by: Karin at March 7, 2006 11:51 PMCongrats and good luck. My best to the Missus for a smooth and speedy labor!
Posted by: caltechgirl at March 7, 2006 11:55 PMHeh, heh, heh...
You know what I'm thinking right now...I don't have to say it.
HA!
Good luck, bud...
Posted by: WB at March 7, 2006 11:56 PMThat's nice.
Where the hell is my co-blogger icon?
Let's focus on what's important here.
Alright, alright, we share the sense of humor. Don't leave it at the door, you need it.
The stereotypical rampaging woman in childbirth is just that, a stereotype.
She's going to need it too. Trust me on this one.
And, as a bonus, you're more likely to lose the jewels if you DON'T bring the sense of humor in.
Turing words: epidural, invented by men, for men.
:)
Posted by: Vinnie at March 8, 2006 12:36 AMGood luck!! I agree with Dash...you will be so in awe of that little baby. And in your wife.
Posted by: Theresa at March 8, 2006 05:52 AMWooHoo. Phinlet time!!!
Good luck to both of you - and yeah, you're gonna wanna keep your mouth shut during this one. There is not much you can say that will keep you OUT of trouble. Til it's over that is....
;-)
Posted by: Tammi at March 8, 2006 07:53 AM.. good luck, killer!...
Posted by: Eric at March 8, 2006 08:34 AMThis is some horrible hold music, Phin. Let's try for something a bit more action-oriented next time around - Al Green just doesn't do it for the Phinlet.
Posted by: Sadie at March 8, 2006 09:24 AM'Luck to ya, Phin... and congrats!
Posted by: t1g at March 8, 2006 09:44 AMMy very best wishes for a smooth and uneventful delivery, my friend.
Posted by: RP at March 8, 2006 10:10 AMGood luck Phin!
Just don't let her hold your hand during the strong contractions, my wife isn't too strong but it felt like she was going to break it. Oh, and get one of those rolling pins that you can fill with water, it's great on the lower back, but just once again don't let her get a hold of it during the strong contractions. :)
Posted by: Oorgo at March 8, 2006 11:39 AMMy only advice is to do what comes naturally. There isn't any real science to it, just art. Hold her hand and no matter how ghastly she looks, tell her she's doing great and looks beautiful.
I threatened Prince Charming's scrotum during delivery, I admit it. But that is because he thought it would be funny to count out my contractions in roman numerals. "i..ii..iii..iv.." He stopped pretty quick when he discovered I didn't see the humor.
Seriously? Good luck and Congratulations.
Posted by: Phoenix at March 8, 2006 02:18 PM
