Mook here with another insiders edition from the Hotel de hos-pi-tal...
Three days have passed since the amnio results; Doc is still confident with where all the levels and readings are to this point. So there's no new baby momma drama happenin' here! Good news this week is that the doc gave us a tentative schedule for little mans grand appearance...
You ready? You ready??? Sorry, you gotta wait til I'm done with my scheming and nonsensical rants... I'm here strictly for entertainment these days, so I'm sharing my wealth.
The past few months, we have contemplated on how we will break the news to people that Ron has arrived.
We could refer people to the US census board for the latest in updated data, but since that stuff is updated by stenographer on crack being read fact sheets by the Micromachines spokesman from the 80's, probably not the best option...
OR...
We could suggest the unaltered version of the diner scene in Spaceballs: Graphic Content; but since neither myself or JJ are demonic or extraterrestrial, and there's no guarantee that little man will get his moms jeans for the singing voice...
OR...
I have always wanted to do this: But I don't think they would get nor appreciate it; and so few people, including my folks, get the humor of collect phone calls nowadays...
SO...
We decided we'd use the popularity of the internet and post the major events in chronological order or in order of which I deem to be more import than others. (Or maybe, I will supply every detail possible and you, as readers, can feel like you were here in the room with us. Along with the Sonographer, the Obstetrician, the surgical staff, the Perinatologist, the Anesthesiologist, and the NICU nurses. This better be a big freakin' room!
On a side note, I do have some advice for the dads/partners in the reading audience.
When these events unfold in your neck of the woods, take advantage of the down time you do have. Sit your happy asses on the couch. Take a nap. Leave the hospital when you can. Because you will get tired. You will go without food. You will eventually get sick and fall victim to the plague known as NOTHINGYOUCANDOTOHELPANYTHINGSOYOUMAYASWELLNOTTRYITIS... that's a term I'm working to coin; We'll see if it catches on...(I'm feeling better, but I missed visiting JJ for 2 days)
Oh yeah! I get carried away sometimes...
Wednesday, February 4th, 2009 at 12:15 pm will live in infamy... (The baby cry heard 'round "our" world!)
One more thing!
I neglected to inform you all of JJ secret.
This chick can drink some apple juice! She has driven the entire hospital out of their WWIII supply twice now! Its to the point, the nurses come in with multiple juice containers with each visit to the room... no matter the time or frequency of the visit(s). Of course, they can only bring juice, when they have juice...
I find this extremely funny since she rarely drinks apple juice when we are home... Little man is gonna be one thirsty motha'! Or he's gonna spend the better part of his infant years taking a leak...
Mook out
