He Must Be My Son After All…

His “due date” was two days ago, so I was beginning to think that he was his mother’s child: frequently late. But today I finally got my classroom ready for my weeklong paternity absence, graded all my ungraded papers, had “closure” with my students, and finished packing my side of the hospital bag (all but the laptop).

And Amy has now started regular contractions. They’re still 15-20 minutes apart, and far from consistent, but things are definitely underway. I don’t think she’ll need to be induced on Tuesday–in fact, I think he’ll be arriving pretty soon now.

So, I guess he was just waiting patiently and politely for me to take care of everything on my list (Amy’s been ready for awhile now), and as soon as that happened, he got busy. Now that’s perfect timing. He must be related to me…


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