Perspective

If you're checking in to see how I did at the Harrisburg Mile last night, I'm sorry to say I didn't run. There was a miscommunication between myself and the team captain and I wasn't able to find him to get my race number and timing chip before the race.

Which I guess isn't so bad, since last year I found this race to simply be 6 1/2 minutes of pure suffering. It did mean that I completely wasted a perfectly good evening, though.

Tuesday night Beth and I had our final birthing class. She's at 36 weeks so this baby could be arriving at any time! Which is both daunting and exciting. It's making me feel very grown up, like now I really need to start acting responsible.

The last class is held at the hospital where the baby will born and we (by "we" I mean "I") not only learned how to get there (which is very important), but also toured the facilities. As I saw the $35,000 monitor in the Labor and Delivery Room, the rows of incubators in the NICU and the view of the Susquahanna River from the recovery room, I couldn't help but think how a mother from a third world country would be amazed and so excited to have their baby at this facility.

I might have also thought, "do we really need videos about breast feeding?" I mean it's been done for thousands of years and I've seen pigs do it without any training at all!

Afterwards, Beth said to me, "do you think there's any way I could just have the baby at home?" She was joking--well...at least half-joking of course, but I guess when you're the one pushing out the "cannonball" and you've got scores of doctors and nurses "up in you business" your perspective is a little different.