The Waiting Is The Hardest Part
That's right. Still no baby. Thanks for asking. For me, this is the hardest part of the entire birth process...the waiting. At any point now, my world could literally explode into a flurry of birthing activity. Or, nothing may happen at all. It reminds me of what I heard when a F-16 fighter pilot tried to describe his job...three hours of boredom leading up to one minute of terror. Sounds about right.
I fully expect that most women would like to beat me upside the head for saying this is the hardest part of a baby being born. First of all, I'd like to fully recognize that I don't have a cervix and it certainly is not required to expand to the size of a hot air balloon. So, yes, I have the easy part of this deal. But on a guy scale, this waiting is hard.
I suppose that since this incoming little girl is related to me, I should not be surprised that she is slow. If I knew that I was the first non-doctor person she'll see when she leaves the womb, I probably wouldn't be in too much of a hurry to be born either. Can't say that I blame her.
But, if I am allowed to make requests (and I'm fully aware that I'm not), I'd like to ask this little girl to go ahead and make her entry into this world. Until then, I'll be doing what I'm doing this very second. Waiting. Waiting for the terror to begin.