Last night was wonderful! We registered at the hospital. The reception guard recognized us from being there every Wednesday for our birthing classes and commented that she was surprised we still didn't have our little baby yet. She smiled, actually didn't ask for identification this time, and gave us stickers that said ER (my initials, right?). It was after hours for the normal admittance area so we walked through to the Emergency Room. It wasn't all blood-and-gore as I has suspected it might be. So instead of the potential dramatic scene, it was pleasant and easy. A very tall, smiley young black man with a nice purple polo greeted us, told us he usually does that paperwork, and not until later in the evening anyways, and helped us. Naturally, there were a few terms and references that were beyond my knowledge so he explained, took our ID's, insurance card, the needed paperwork from our pretty aqua Good Sam Folder with a pink stork on it and made copies. Then he handed it back, wished us well and said, "God Bless". We thanked him, giggled with excitement about having taken another step toward parenthood and walked back through to the main lobby. See, pleasant moments.
Even though we didn't end up both off from work around 4 to stop by the hospital, our evening was just perfect in my mind. The weather was windy and cool, you could hear the waves of leaves all around. We felt like the only ones enjoying the palm-lined drive down Flagler on such a simple night. We got a family dynamics conversation addressed and agreed upon and moved onto topics that spurted laughter and closeness. Instead of saying that we were exiting the hospital I absentmindedly said "hotel" and was sillily reminded that this would be no hotel experience. But we both took it in good humor and I expressed that I'm actually quite excited about our *fingers crossed* little hospital stay. I noted that we'd even have room service but quickly retracted the sentiment as I've already requested that someone, somewhere show my some love while we're there by bringing "food from the outside". The visual thought of touching things for consumption that were cleaned in a place where germs are brought to be brought down and the main intent of the establishment is to heal people with scalpals, not provide food for people "Eggen's Me Out" just a bit and brings my erked out nerves to the surface to delight in the stress of the imagery. Still rather unbelievable that the part I'm not worried about is the natural pain and "labor"ious intensity, right?
We decided a bit too late in the travel down Palm Beach Lakes Boulevard that we'd eat at Taco Vida in City Place and so took a tour down Tamarind. But everything we said to one another seemed carefree last night and we were the two happiest people around- I'm sure of it. After nachos and a chimichanga with my non high-fructose corn syrup Fanta in a bottle and our fleet of salsas to test, we went across the road to Publix and selected a movie. Aah, a movie in bed next to a snuggly husband. What a great night. ...we're so excited about our present and our future.
I believe the saying goes "The past is history, the future is a mystery and that's why now is called a present." or something to that effect. Our little present is wrapped up inside of me and I can't wait to meet him or her and share all of the future moments directly with Kevin.
