The False Alarm
by Mike on Dec.20, 2008, under General
Date: Tuesday, December 16th, 2008.
Time: approx. 5:30 PM.
Place: Somewhere around 3300 S. on I-15.
Normally I try to remember to call Johanna when I am leaving work, so she knows how long to cook dinner and when to expect me home. This day was no different…or so I thought.
The call started out like most of them do, with the “Hey there”, “Howdy”, “Where you at?” “Driving on the freeway with Dad” sort of stuff. But then, something amiss.
“Ask your Dad to be on call tonight.”
“What do you mean…wait…you’re thinking it could be tonight?”
“Yeah, I’ve been miserable all day, and these things are coming every 5 minutes or so.”
Needless to say, I told Dad, called and told Mom, and when I got home, we packed overnight gear for the kids. By the time that was done, Johanna was miserable at regular 3 minute increments. En route to Mom and Dad’s house, we stopped by Apollo Burger for a sort of “Last Supper” before the big night. But then, a strange thing started to happen.
After eating, the cramps slowed, got irregular timing, and by the time we were at Mom and Dad’s house, she couldn’t tell me what was going on. Just to be safe, she said, let’s leave the kids here, and go home. If I go into labor, we won’t have to make any detours, we can just head straight for the hospital.
And that is how Johanna got the best night of sleep she has had in over 8 months.
And still, we wait.
