Latecomer

So we got to the hospital at about 7:25 this morning. The water broke yesterday, so we are in the say, 26th hour since that time and still no real activity. Contractions are mild and few and far between, and therefore the little one is, how shall we say it, just chillin in the womb. We were due last week, but our little person is more comfortable in than out it seems. But it is time to meet the world, and since the water broke we really had no choice but to come in and start to induce labor-ever so easy. This is all so new to me. Nothing like the movies-where the water breaks and you rush to the hospital and viola'-baby here! No, the real world is nothing like that.

This whole scene at the hospital is different, almost surreal. I know we are here, and about to have a kid but I feel like I am dreaming. My wife is already a soldier-and well, I guess I am just playing my position. Where you at lil homie-pop is waiting on you. Damn, Pop-that is bout to be me. Say word. Word.