The waiting really is the hardest part

We went to Outback for dinner. Which is strange, because we never go to Outback. I couldn’t tell you what we had. All I could tell you of the meal was that I made fun of the stale decor. It was like we were thrown back in time to the mid-90s when Outback used to pull down two hour waits. Well, it was like that except it was empty.

After dinner, Mrs. Doogs and I discussed going to the mall to walk around. We ultimately decided against it and headed home.

Good thing, too, because Jamie’s water broke a few minutes after we got home, and life was never the same.

That’s how things went down with Nolan. Two weeks early. Out of the blue. I was still going around thinking I had a bit more time, and all of the sudden life was like “no you don’t”. Even after nine months, I don’t feel like I had time to prepare, if that makes any sense.

This time around, it’s been…different.

Thursday, April 29th, Jamie started having some powerful contractions. Not far apart either. I stayed with Nolan and started the requisite process. Alerting the parents. Alerting work. Trying to get a hold of myself.

Turns out it was a false alarm.

That was THREE WEEKS AGO. Jamie’s been suffering from contractions pretty much ever since. Sometimes light, sometimes the opposite. She’s been tired, sore, and generally miserable.

And I feel like I’m caught in a grind. With Nolan, everything just happened. There was no time to prepare. With Lola, it’s the opposite. It’s been three weeks of constant readiness. It’s been three weeks of rushing hard at work to get as much done as I can before Lola comes, only to have her not come. It’s been three weeks of being on edge all the time, wondering if this will be the day.

It’s been exhausting.

And I’m ready for it to be over. I’m ready for Lola to make her appearance.

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