Not sure what is compelling Emily to watch endless episodes of the TLC show, Unexpected. If you haven’t seen it, it’s about teenage pregnancy. OMG I just can’t.
I feel myself getting angry as far too many of these youngsters are from Indiana. Yikes
when I was 15 I was building model cars and airplanes. My first girlfriend broke up with me because she was sure I was more interested in radio control than I was into her. She was a little off the mark. I was sooooper into her, but I was a weird ass dude that was far more afraid of life than I should have been.
these kids are out of control. They need to stop making babies. Idiocracy here we come.
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So Thursday morning we both went to work, because we're incapable of just stopping for any reason, no less giving birth. I get a text early afternoon about some signs that this was moving into a more labor oriented situation. When I got home Emily seemed a little down. Emily had a prenatal appointment... I hear that her blood pressure was a little high. They were a little concerned about preeclampsia, so they did some tests and we were in a waiting pattern until about 8pm.
I get an alert on my phone about a winter weather warning...
This period was a little tense, because it would mean a change in trajectory for our birth experience. Not the end of the world at the end of the day, but Emily had a vision. It is a beautiful vision and changing that trajectory would be a big adjustment. I'm a fixer, so I want to fix. I get antsy so I used this nervous energy to run to the grocery store. I get things to snack on, make sandwiches, and a few tea options for me I’m gonna need some caffeine to get through this.
We finally got the call and to our relief there was no issues beyond a lightly elevated blood pressure. We were on for the birth center. It seems like this relief kicked off the next 12 hours leading up to our drive to the birth center.
I looked outside... it was snowing... REALLY hard.
In hindsight I should not have joked *out loud* about our little baby coming into our lives in the middle of a snowstorm...
Here we go!
About 10 pm Emily was having pretty serious regular contractions that were getting slightly closer together. We were trying to be as comfortable at home as possible and get little naps in between contractions so Emily could reserve as much energy as possible for where this was rapidly heading.
About midnight we found ourselves in the basement camped out on the couch, emily was contracting, napping, contracting, napping... it was all I could do to fall asleep myself between timing contractions for Emily on this awesome little app...
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When I learned my wife was pregnant, I have to say, it was a really amazing moment. I remember her coming to me and saying that she thought she was pregnant. It was everything she could do to believe it was real. Now, understand that we had not been not trying to get pregnant since we got married. We decided that...
You know... I am exhausted. I'll be back to finish this one... Stay tuned...
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Where do I start? I think going WAAAAAAY back to early in my relationship with my loving wife Emily. We had discussed many our life goals to see if we were on, or could be on, the same page. We talked several times about children. I was generally non committal on the subject, to the frustration of My sweet Emily. It sounded, to her, more like the obligatory; "What do you want for dinner?", "Oh, I don't know what do YOU want for dinner?", "Oh I don't know, what do YOOOOUUU want for dinner?" But I was truly principled non-committal about it. I was able to eventually verbalize the notion that I was more than willing to have children, should I find myself in a fully engaged, healthy relationship with the person I've chosen to literally die with. Now, I know that sounds fucking dramatic. It is fucking dramatic, but I was clear in my thinking.
I was a child of a broken home. I remember the moment my parents sat my sister and I down on the couch and utterly destroyed my peace of mind. As a grade school aged little boy, the unusual, disjointed, often tumultuous life I was familiar with was my life. It was precious to me and I assumed, as ridiculous as it was, the trajectory would never change. That moment was a huge trajectory change. It and a million moments to follow, were very traumatic.
When Emily and I discussed having children I was VERY clear in my thinking. I didn't know what my life would ultimately look like, but I did know that I would never subject another human being to that specific type of trajectory change. Truly, I am not deluded into thinking I wouldn't unintentionally traumatize a child in my care. That's almost a certainty. I certainly would not be responsible for managing MY life in such a way as to impact a child like that. So clearly I was determined to only become a parent in a situation where I was certain to be in a healthy and loving relationship with that sweet little baby's mother. I was not at all willing to explicitly decide to be a parent... or not... without knowing the other major contributing factors that would impact the life of another human being. As frustrating as it was to hear "I'm sure I could be an awesome dad. I could also be a great muscle car owning, vacation taking, non parental adult, forever if it must be. It was easier to say those things, than it was to verbalize the "why do I feel this way." part.
Once Emily got to know me more, as our relationship progressed, she actually accepted my explanation and perspective as actually true, and not just a bunch of noncommittal BS. It literally has been the benchmark of my choice for a long time. It has worked out really well, and it has really driven so many different aspects of my life, inadvertently. It turns out this is not a horrible approach at all.
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