He bought it. But it's TRUE! The wait for the bus is no fun. Even when I watch the timetable, I can expect 20 minutes of standing, shifting my weight side to side. Waiting for the bus like a little kid waits for Santa Claus.
In any case, he picked me up from work, and in the backseat was the car seat. Then, it hits home - a couple of weeks from now we will have a little girl to put into the car seat. It is a little trippy to see a car seat in the back of a Mini Cooper. I'm sure that it will cause people to pause because when you think Mini Cooper, the vision isn't one of a family-mobile. But - it is.
On our way home Alex had a couple of questions all around the inevitable "going into labor" circumstances. I think he's convinced (I may have played a role in this) that I'll be in the bottom floor of the Metro parking lot, in the car, unable to move because of contractions, unable to make a phone call...soaking the seat of the Mini Cooper. (Okay, so I thought it was a funny story, and come to find out...No one thinks it is the tiniest bit funny)
Here he was trying to be serious, and I'm laughing it up at the idea of being in the car at Temple and Glendale, on my way to pick him up at the office, as we calmly make our way to the hospital.
I know the labor part will be painful, but I grew up around women who had their babies during the afternoon, when their partners were at work, they had to drive themselves to the doctors office, and hope that the message left somewhere at the shipyard got to their partner on time. I figure if I'm by myself, and I have an idea the birthing is a couple of hours away, I've got time to finish my time card, stock the printer up, get the car washed, pick up the dry cleaning, and make my way to the hospital. And, probably post a blog entry...
But, of course - I could be all wrong in this. I don't imagine being on the 4th floor of the parking garage when I've been experiencing labor pains. I don't imagine being alone at the office. I could imagine standing in line at Starbucks, screaming out in pain...but so did the guy who stood in front of me when he found out they were out of hazelnut syrup. (What a whiner that guy was)
In any case, the whole thing has cause me to up my usual amount Twitter updates. (Note to all - another great use for twitter - tracking pregnant women).
It reminds me of when my Mommo used to wander around the nursing home. I'd go to pick her up for something, couldn't find her. We finally put an alarm on her. Simple little contraption. It was a box with a thick pin. When the pin was pulled, the box would set off a mildly annoying alarm. You connect the pin to her shirt, and when she exited her wheel chair without assistance, the alarm would go off.
It's almost the same thing, but Twitter is not the least bit annoying.
Long story short - Alex and I are both done being pregnant, not quite ready for a baby. But, we are getting pretty anxious to see what the little one has in store for us.