At least, I think she is.
We got a call this morning on our new phone around 1:30 am last night.
I'm not used to this new phone.
When someone calls, it announces their caller id, in a voice that sounds like the FBI is giving you their last warning to come out with you hands in the air. Anyway, that fit with my dreams, because I had just ordered some inhalers from India. They're illegal drugs, because I can't afford a doctor or American labeled drugs, and I don't have a prescription. I put the wrong apartment number on the order. To a straight laced guy like me, thats horrifying. Thats all that I do that's illegal.
ANYWAY, back to the phone call.
Renee and Becky were on the phone most of last night, talking about all kinds of things a guy shouldn't know.
I didn't hear both sides of the conversation, but I heard Becky talking about the color of Renee's fluids (pink or clear) and I knew it was personal. Then I heard Becky yelling "GO TO THE DOCTOR NOW! GO! GO! GO!".
So, I went...to the Sealbach Bar downstairs to try a Mint Julep.
Those phone conversations have been happening almost nightly, and all I can do is stare at the big screen TV with the sound off, so why not have some fun. Sealbach's Mint Juleps ($9.60) are actually quite good. Becky joined me about a half hour later, then we went to an antique car show on Fourth Street. We stopped by TGIF's and babbled with Jeff, the waiter.
Later, we came back, nestled into bed, watched Rambo, then nodded away.
At 1:30 am we got the call,
Renee was in observation.
I'd just have to assume she popped one out in the middle of the night.
Becky said, with glowing eyes, "She's at 5 centimeters".
I still don't know what that measures, because I'm an inch guy, and I'm not sure I even want to know.
But Becky said "At 10 centimeters, she's ready to give birth".
Its just another sleepless night here in Louisville for us.
Another sleepless night.