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Every time the phone rings my heart leaps into my chest, as I barrage her with the question she’s already sick of: “Is it time?!?!”
Honestly, this has been the worst part of the pregnancy for me, because I’m so anxious to see this baby and start our new life. It literally pains me knowing we’re so close, but not being able to do anything about it. Although I wrote a huge investigative story this week that’s out in today’s paper (click here to read it) it’s very hard to concentrate at work knowing I could be a dad at any moment.
Anyways, tomorrow is MJ’s 30th birthday and I promised her if she made it this far that I would treat her right. So tomorrow night it’s off to the Capital Grille in Providence which is where I proposed to her in 2005. I promised her a juicy steak and a glass of wine. I know pregnant women aren’t supposed to drink, but a little wine this close to her due date isn’t going to do any damage. Believe me, I checked. Even asked the doctor. So naturally, I’m sure she’ll go into labor just as I’m about to sink my teeth into a juicy cut of prime rib. Murphy’s Law and all.
But in the meantime I’ll continue spending my time analyzing her every move and asking her if she’s OK. I hope it ends soon because even though I know it’s nothing compared to what she’s going through…I’m exhausted!