..daddy's take....

thirty-six weeks, two days, and much anxiety in.... So many phone calls. "Are they here?" "Is it time?" "Are you a daddy yet?" And, at work: "I was hoping not to see you today...aren't you supposed to be having babies????"

Regardless, it's fine. Tonight, for about the 18th time, we've had our "last dinner before the babies come." It's getting expensive. And no amount of dreams, spicy food or 'the best way to go into labor' seem to be helping us right now. Perhaps the southern dream of castor oil would be the way to go. I hope not.
So...we're full of ennui, irritation...maybe too tired of waiting to be tired of ourselves, but we do get irritable. ...Yet so full of love and impatience...so full of fun while we talk about our babies, little Sadie and Eliot, ...So full of hope about life and lives to come. It's the best thing yet. Yet, the best things are still to come.
Cheers to all who read and care....
We love you,
Patrick & Misty....