Day 1 of the Spaghetti incident

Since i am starting this blog late, think of this posting as a flashback. It all began 4 days ago. Like any normal workday, i made it a goal to be into work by 0700. I tell myself that every night before i go to sleep and sure enough every morning i cant force myself into work till 0900 at the earliest. But tomorrow (Tuesday) was going to be different you see, i had managed to strike a deal with the devil and he was going to let me out on parole. It is king of like a work release program from job purgatory. Yeah i know a lot people do not like their job, but i really HATE mine. Anyhow, i had found out that i would be able to start transitioning to a new the following week. This transition would begin with a week long trip to work out in Hawaii (sounds tough i know). After talking about this with my office mate and getting travel plans together it occurred to me that this day is awesome, tonight the wife is making baked spaghetti. this is no ordinary spaghetti, it is AWESOME!!!! Man was i excited, so driving home i get a call from the wife, my thoughts "great i have to go and cheese for dinner", BUT not so fast. HER "i am having contractions and bleeding and going to the hospital" ME - "OK" (that is me sounding strong and confident that everything was going to be alright). Many contractions later, and a few very invasive ultrasounds later and a shot of Terbutaline and 7 hours in the hospital we are sent home with no more contractions, that was a scare. We are at the end of week 24, not quite ready for contractions. Did i mention, i never did get my spaghetti, what a shame. And this day was nothing compared to what would happen tomorrow. Stay tuned for the next flashback post.