You know, I always thought that the anticipation you feel when you're a kid
and it's your birthday or Christmas was the worst. Not even. Waiting for
your wife to go into labor is excruciating. Sara is over due. Her due
date was June 25th. Right now it is July 3rd and she keeps reminding me
that this is my fault. I just grin. I know she's miserable. It has been
unseasonably warm even for Vegas. But I know that the reason we're in this
predicament is both our faults. She knows it and I know it. There were
two of us on that couch that night. And oh, what a night that was. I just
could not resist her in that little black dress. It drove me crazy all
night long as we ate dinner and danced under the stars. When we walked
along the beach, all I wanted to do was kiss her and touch her. When we
got back to the house, I think I lasted about five minutes into the movie
we planned to watch. I can't even remember what movie that was now. But I
do remember kissing Sara's neck as she lay her head on my shoulder. I
thought I'd torture her for a while, kissing her neck. She kicked it into
an entirely different gear when she slid her hands under my shirt and
kissed me back, hard. I grin when I think about the expression on her face
when she realized that I'd removed her underwear before she knew what was
happening. It all blurs together after that. Skin on skin and ecstasy.
Oh, and the fact that we forgot to use protection. Which brings us to
today.
She just wants the baby out. Tomorrow is Independence Day. Somehow I have a feeling that our baby is going to make an appearance tomorrow. It just seems fitting.
Sara is lying on the couch trying to get comfortable. I don't think she's been comfortable for weeks. She also hasn't gotten a lot of sleep, but considering this is Sara, I'm used to her not having a lot of sleep. She rolls her eyes every time I tell her that I think she's sexy, but she truly is. This is the mother of my child, and I don't know any woman in this world who is sexier than she is.
I sit down on the couch next to Sara and grin at her. "Sar, let me rub your back." She turns so I can massage her back. I know that her back is killing her from carrying the baby.
She makes murmuring sounds that tell me that the message is helping. "Nicky, have I told you today how much I love you? Even if this is your fault."
I chuckle. "I love you, honey. But I hate to break the news to you, we both were there. I recall the event vividly."
She laughs. "Ok, but who forgot one important little thing?"
I laugh. "Ok, so we got a little carried away, but can you blame me? You are the sexiest woman I know." I lean over and kiss her neck.
She chuckles and I know she's rolling her eyes. "I wish this baby would just come out."
"I have a feeling that our little bundle of joy won't be long." I just have this feeling that we're going to have a July 4th baby.
We are more than ready for this baby. At least we have everything they say you should have in a house for a baby. Sara's had a couple of baby showers, and I cannot believe the amount of stuff you need for a baby. It's a good thing we have a house, I don't think all of this stuff could fit in a smaller place. My sisters are all disappointed that we did not find out the sex of the child ahead of time. They wanted to give gender specific gifts. They'll just have to wait. But the waiting is killing Sara and I. I'm sure it's worse for her. She is so uncomfortable.
My mom is dying to come out and help Sara for a few weeks. I think the waiting is killing her too. Sara's mom hasn't really been terribly involved, but Sara assures me that she didn't expect much. As soon as Sara goes into labor, I've appointed Catherine to call everyone.
Sara gasps.
I stop rubbing her back. "Did I rub too hard, Sar?"
She gasps again.
This time I know it's not me.
"Nicky, I think it's time." Sara sounds a little scared.
"Are you sure." I want to make sure we don't head to the hospital too soon. We've already had several false alarms.
Sara's voice is too controlled. "Nick, trust me. This is the real thing. I think my water just broke."
I go on auto pilot. The bag is already in the Tahoe. I help Sara up and we walk out to the SUV. I help her up into the seat. No easy feat to help a pregnant woman up into a tall vehicle. I don't think the shock that she is actually in labor sets in until we are at the hospital and she is prepped to deliver our baby. I glance at the clock. It's 11:30pm on July 3rd. I think we're going to have a July 4th baby.
She just wants the baby out. Tomorrow is Independence Day. Somehow I have a feeling that our baby is going to make an appearance tomorrow. It just seems fitting.
Sara is lying on the couch trying to get comfortable. I don't think she's been comfortable for weeks. She also hasn't gotten a lot of sleep, but considering this is Sara, I'm used to her not having a lot of sleep. She rolls her eyes every time I tell her that I think she's sexy, but she truly is. This is the mother of my child, and I don't know any woman in this world who is sexier than she is.
I sit down on the couch next to Sara and grin at her. "Sar, let me rub your back." She turns so I can massage her back. I know that her back is killing her from carrying the baby.
She makes murmuring sounds that tell me that the message is helping. "Nicky, have I told you today how much I love you? Even if this is your fault."
I chuckle. "I love you, honey. But I hate to break the news to you, we both were there. I recall the event vividly."
She laughs. "Ok, but who forgot one important little thing?"
I laugh. "Ok, so we got a little carried away, but can you blame me? You are the sexiest woman I know." I lean over and kiss her neck.
She chuckles and I know she's rolling her eyes. "I wish this baby would just come out."
"I have a feeling that our little bundle of joy won't be long." I just have this feeling that we're going to have a July 4th baby.
We are more than ready for this baby. At least we have everything they say you should have in a house for a baby. Sara's had a couple of baby showers, and I cannot believe the amount of stuff you need for a baby. It's a good thing we have a house, I don't think all of this stuff could fit in a smaller place. My sisters are all disappointed that we did not find out the sex of the child ahead of time. They wanted to give gender specific gifts. They'll just have to wait. But the waiting is killing Sara and I. I'm sure it's worse for her. She is so uncomfortable.
My mom is dying to come out and help Sara for a few weeks. I think the waiting is killing her too. Sara's mom hasn't really been terribly involved, but Sara assures me that she didn't expect much. As soon as Sara goes into labor, I've appointed Catherine to call everyone.
Sara gasps.
I stop rubbing her back. "Did I rub too hard, Sar?"
She gasps again.
This time I know it's not me.
"Nicky, I think it's time." Sara sounds a little scared.
"Are you sure." I want to make sure we don't head to the hospital too soon. We've already had several false alarms.
Sara's voice is too controlled. "Nick, trust me. This is the real thing. I think my water just broke."
I go on auto pilot. The bag is already in the Tahoe. I help Sara up and we walk out to the SUV. I help her up into the seat. No easy feat to help a pregnant woman up into a tall vehicle. I don't think the shock that she is actually in labor sets in until we are at the hospital and she is prepped to deliver our baby. I glance at the clock. It's 11:30pm on July 3rd. I think we're going to have a July 4th baby.
