Last night about 12:30am my wife and I went to the hospital thinking that perhaps This Was It, but we found that it was just some intense Braxton Hicks contractions. They poked and prodded for a little bit to see if the kiddo wanted to do anything more than throw a miniature hissy fit, and then we went home. It was good for me, though, as I’m the kind of person who wants to see how things are going to happen before I do something, and a dry run to the hospital puts me at ease when it comes to the real thing.
The due date’s in early December, however the missus and I have a sneaking suspicion that this could be a Thanksgiving baby. If anyone out there is interested, we can set up a pool and you can bet on which day the kiddo will make his debut.
I originally didn’t want to turn Bookpusher into a dadblog, writing about midnight runs to the hospital, 3am feedings, and the physics and techniques of diaper changing, but I think I may have to do that for a bit. I’ll be able to sneak in some book reviews as the kiddo allows it, however the books I’ll be able to read will probably be more along the lines of quick reads like the Hard Case Crime pulp thrillers and graphic novels. I just got hold of a few books I’ve been looking forward to, but I don’t think I’ll have time for them; stuff like this will be more appropriate, I think. Feel free to post your fast reads in the comments, so I can have some suggestions at the ready.
Anyway, thanks for the well-wishes and for sticking around. This should be fun.