A combination of “Hurry Up and Wait,” which I’m told is unofficially the true U.S. Army slogan, and “Everything Will Be On Hold Until It All Happens At Once.” It seems to be the thing, especially in the past couple of weeks.
Sunday week ago, I wrecked our Crown Vic. Totaled it, as a matter of fact. If it wasn’t for the pine tree at the top of the embankment, I would have rolled completely. 354 was supposed to be gone on two jobs out of state for the week; I had, as a matter of fact, just dropped him off to leave. As it was, he stayed in town. We had an appointment Wednesday, with all expectations of being in the hospital that afternoon and a baby in arm by Thursday.
Our expectations got shot down Wednesday afternoon after the results of the amniocentesis came back negative – lungs too immature to induce, come back next week – and I spent the rest of the day in a mild depressive state combined with discomfort from a pissed off kid and a disgruntled uterus. I stayed in bed and got up only when I was forced, out of awkward social necessity, to attend church that evening.
BUT that was the only bad part of the week. We sold the Crown and my POS Grand Cherokee, and put that cash to a down payment on another vehicle – a family truck, an ’02 Expedition, with enough room for the kid, the dogs and whatever else we decide to pack in it. 354 got in touch with a captain in one of the departments he had applied with over a month ago, and found out where his application had disappeared to (not file 13, thankfully). And despite getting put on standby for a week with regard to the arrival of the boy, he is more than healthy, still plenty large and growing, with a good strong heartbeat.
This week has been quieter, which has been a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it’s given us time to finish the nursery (yes, finish) and prepare the truck, get the house ready, and do… whatever else needs done. 354 has heard back from more than one department, all wanting to know (months later, thankyou) if he was still interested in a position. We’re waiting on good things from one of them soon. We got a good report from the doctor on Wednesday, and they gave us an induction date. So here I am, sitting in a hospital bed in a very comfortable room, getting ready to change my life for the better, forever. Hooked up to monitors, got an IV ready for tomorrow…
Hurry up, and wait.