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It’s been quite a week! Last Tuesday, after Talkin’ Funny, Becky and I went to the hospital to have something checked out… and ended up being held there for a completely different problem. So we lived at the hospital for a couple of days, and now Becky’s on bedrest at home for the rest of the pregnancy. I’m working from home so I can keep house, take care of her meals, and keep her otherwise occupied and sane while stuck in the bed.

Going to the hospital was quite a trip. We were there having something pretty minor checked out, at the suggestion of her doctor… and from the minute we walked in the door, they treated this like it was the real thing. Becky was slapped in a bed, hooked up to all of the monitors, and in all of the excitement, even I was thinking the baby was about to pop out.

We go back to the doctor on Monday, and at that appointment we’ll set another appointment to have labor induced, most likely one week from today.

How about them apples?

This Saturday I’ll host DSTW for the last time (for a while, at least). Bryan and Paul and Tyler will all be in town, so we’ll have a nice show with the original core, which we haven’t had in a while. I’m going to try and keep doing Talkin’ Funny without missing more than one or two episodes, but I suppose we’ll see how realistic that is shortly.

It’s been a week of dry runs. Going to the hopital with Becky last week felt like the real thing. We monitored contractions, listened to the baby’s heartbeat, and spent two nights in the hospital. And this week, with Becky stuck in bed, feels just like having a baby. I’m responsible for her food, for cleaning the house, and for keeping her occupied and entertained.

So here’s where I get a little sappy, but I’m about to be a Pops, so indulge me a bit…

Becky put it perfectly the other day when she said that having a baby is the best thing two people who love each other very much can do. It’s the most logical and perfect expression of our relationship.

Then she mused on how neat it would be that there will be this little person who people will see us in, depending on which way they cocked their head. Sometimes they’d see Becky in our little girl, and sometimes they’d see me.

All of this is obvious Hallmark sentimentality, I know, but when you go through something big, you discover things as if you’re the first and only person in the world.