Today my wife went to the doctor.
I won’t say she was angling to get the go ahead to stay home even though she says, “I feel great!”
Clearly this is atypical. My wife is a weird person. Just trust me.
At this meeting with the doctor she was told that her c-section was scheduled for January 16, 2015. This would all be contingent on her holding off labor until then, of course.
She could and might go into labor before January 16. We were told that between 32 and 36 weeks that there’s a 50% chance that she would go into labor and that the average for twins to be born was 35 weeks.
We’re sitting at 34 weeks as of this past Wednesday.
It’s just takes my breath away a bit that there’s an actual date. My twin babies could have the birthday of January 16, 2015.
I’m going to be a father of three by January 16, at the latest.
Sweet baby Jesus that’s weird.
It wasn’t all that long ago that I was having trouble being responsible for myself, let alone three other humans.
While dates in your life coinciding is a random and most coincidental thing, if the c-section was for January 17 that would have meant the twins would be born exactly ten years – to the day – after our first date.
That’s another wowzer right there. Ten years with the same person. The poor girl.
So in conclusion, four weeks from tomorrow (or today if you are reading this on December 19!), at the latest, the twins will be here and our lives will forever change, again. How many times should I expect my life to change? Like two more times? five? ten?
Pray for me. Kim, I mean Kim. Pray for Kim.