On Thursday Lisa went home from work feeling out of sorts. Of course I recalled from birth class that that's often a sign that labor is beginning. All afternoon I stared at the clock to see when I could leave work and see how Lisa was doing. I even remarked to a co-worker or two that I might not see them the following week, that I might soon be a dad.
Friday, however, Lisa was less 'crampy', though no less uncomfortable. We reassured one another that 'baby will come when it comes', although every time I left the house she asked, "Do you have your cell phone?" She asks although she doesn't know the number, and I can count on one hand the number of calls I have taken on it. Anyway, the chances of Lisa going from mild cramps to active labor is pretty slim during a two hour bike ride. Nevertheless, I phoned from Lincoln Road near Oregon this morning, mostly for the sake of reassurance. I also reminded her that I could love my Colnago road bike AND the baby at the same time. Something tells me that I will have a lot more opportunity to demonstrate that love to the child over the following three months.
Lisa really doesn't want to go back to work tomorrow and who can blame her. Barbaric 'family' policies in this country, for those that even have the option to take leave with pay. When friends in Pasedena were about to have a child we couldn't see why they didn't return to Norway. There, mothers can take a year's leave and have in-home assistance. They'll even do laundry! Funny how those politicians who spout about love of the unborn seem to lose interest once children are out of the womb. Where's our federally funded day care (and decent pay for those who work in daycare and preschool)? Don't get me started!
Anyway, all rants aside, we'll see what the week brings. Meanwhile, a photo my brother Steve took in the backyard.
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