April 18 – It feels almost certain we’ll be going into overtime, although Ashton could share my passion for punctuality. That would be very responsible of him. My wife wonders — for private reasons I won’t share — if the due date estimate is off. In fact she’s always suspected the doctor misjudged things, and to be honest a few signs indicate she may be right.
The last month is often said to be a difficult, trying month, but only in the last 10 days has she felt the true burden of a full-grown baby in her belly. My original prediction of April 16 has expired, so I offer a new one of May 1. But what do I know? I’m as prepared to offer opinions on the matter as I am to predict the apocalypse.
Every visit we have with friends ends with a warm round of well-wishes and hugs. I’ve mentioned before that it feels like I’m heading off to war. Last Sunday, at my baseball game (I play on a recreational mens league) everyone went out of their way to wish us “Good luck,” assuming the next time they saw us we’d be pushing a stroller. Now we could be coming around on the next game, still waiting, looking for an encore presentation. Sorry about it. We want him to come quickly too.
