Today's the Day

So Becca woke me up at 4:15 this morning.  And the only reason I didn't slap her in the face for such treason was that today is the day we are set to become parents.  Just kidding about the slapping her in the face.  I would've angrily muttered out some unintelligible words though.  You'd better believe that.

Since it was well before the butt-crack of dawn, I of course had to stop to get some food on the way.  The lady in What-A-Burger commented on how Becca was still driving and Becca didn't get upset about it.  Today really must be a special day. 

 On the way to the hospital I think I was told about two dozen times how hungry she and the babies were.  I can't really blame her.  I mean, she's been eating like a horse for the last nine months and now they tell her she can't eat anything at all?  Poor kid.  Please, wish me luck for the rest of the day.  I can see her getting more and more aggravated as the day goes on without food.  

When we finally arrived at the hospital we were lucky enough to get a front-row parking spot.  Becca figured that meant that we were going to have a good day.  I disagreed when we found out 30 seconds later that we actually parked in front of the wrong entrance.  Figures.  

So then we make our way to the proper building on the right floor where we proceeded to wonder around aimlessly for a good solid five minutes.  If anybody currently employed by the Suites at River Oaks ends up reading this, please take notice of this:  PUT BETTER SIGNS UP.  Just put a giant sign when we get off the elevator that says 'Go Here.'  The guessing game on a day like today = not cool.

We eventually did make it into the right part of the the right entrance of the hospital and were now really far away from our car.  That sucks for me because I have to go get all of our stuff later.  Ugh.  

So we show up to the desk and Becca basically has to sign her life away at that point.  One of the questionnaire deals asks if she has a living will.  Being that the two of us have a combined 4 years experience at various law firms, you'd figure we would have one, but no.  So we started discussing who would actually want all of our crap.  That was extremely entertaining, yet quite dark and I think the poor lady who works at the front desk thinks that we're insanely twisted, but oh well.  She's half right anyway.

So now here I sit in a hotel off of Sunset . . .  oh wait no.  I'm actually in a nice delivery room with faux hardwood floors and a giant armoire that comes stocked with a 14-inch television and a top-of-the-line VCR with a cabinet door that doesn't open.  Well actually it does open, but once you get it open you can't close it again.  And I'm officially not allowed to touch anything for the rest of the day.  Woohoo.