The first OB visit

Men! (and women!), Shit Happens! It just happened to me!

I totally know that you will say no when I ask you if you did it. I totally know that it will be a lie. So, let's go do the exercise.

"Did you catch yourself day-dreaming about life with your significant other and thought about having kids?" Say No, and I know you are lying! I am not saying you kept indulging in it. Most of us surely did snipe ourselves back to reality and continued half-smiling half-embarrassed. Just as most of you did (I am so sure of myself!), I and she imagined all sorts of things, with an extra dollop of sugar: hot sex, romantic all-nighters, feasts and parties, and becoming parents.  We never gave a thought to 'How' and safely stuck to 'What'.

We were so sure that she would not work for a single day in nine months, we would go to a place with mountains and ocean and nice weather, and we would take life at our own pace, and our own terms.

Well, life did turn around a little to align with what we had thought. I am a student and my wife doesn't work. We do have an ocean and hills around us, and we are pretty much on our own pace and terms.

BUT

There are days that remind us of our puny existence against nature, situations, circumstances, weather and airlines. It is one of those days when my boat got rocked, and it is one of those days when it was not supposed to rock at all.

How would you feel if your interviewer offered you a full expense paid trip to East Coast and hosted you in a nice Manhattan hotel? Well, I felt great.

AND THEN,

How would you feel if they told you that the interview is right on the very day when you scheduled your first OB (obstetrician) visit? Well... I will spare you the obscenities!

While I faced tough snow and a potential blizzard in New York, I did not know there was another one forming up back home. She had to go to the OB alone. You get the idea, or don't you?

Why did I go leaving her behind? Because I had to f***in' go. It was a national level event and they had called over 40 participants and it would be impossible to change and reschedule.

So, there went flying out the window a major milestone that I and she had hoped to achieve together. It was supposed to be a sweet moment, with an extra dollop of sugar on top.

The doctor did not seem to be the most polite individual and was totally impersonal. So, she felt extremely bad and cried on phone... Trust me, it's difficult! it's unpredictable! It can suck!

Crossing my fingers and asking for good wishes,

Papa Soon!