I can only imagine, but what I’m feeling now is a nervous anticipation, similar to what I’d expect a paratrooper feels making his first jump. I’ve trained for this, but I’ve never done it before. Can I deal with having a daughter born on Groundhog Day? :-) (Short answer–sure…the nicknames they come a-plenty: Shadow, Weathergirl, Punxsutawney.)
We had a bunch of snow this morning (“bunch” in Kentucky-ese is 1 or 2 inches), so I went down to work to grab my laptop and I came back home. Whitney’s had semi-regular contractions last night after her acupuncture, so we’ll see what happens. I’m attempting to stay calm, but I’ve got this dual thing going on–I’m very here in the moment, and I’m also distant from it. Can’t REALLY believe I’m about to be a father.
Guess everybody has that.
Naturally, with the white stuff obliterating the grass and making for the BMW-doughnuts fun, there’s no school today in Scott County.