So, Sarah, my hometown friend for life no matter how many miles, time, and people come between us, is laying in a hospital bed pregnant--but not for very much longer. My girlfriend Regina and I, were enjoying day 7 of our vacation at local Decatur bar Universal Joint--Check it out, I suggest the "Universal Fries." We were enjoying them while we were waiting for a call from a gay friend of ours. We were gonna paint the town a palette of colors resembling the rainbow tonight but when I answered my phone expecting him I got a panting and excited Sarah instead. She asked casually "Hey, What are you up to?" I answered and asked her the same, then she dropped the bomb, "I'm just going to have my baby..."
Regina and I finished eating up quick and headed an hour and a half in the opposite direction to the hospital to meet her. Regina and I are the officially designated babysitters of Conner, her first child, while Sarah and her husband, Jessie, are in the delivery room.
She's fine so far, dilated and all that other pregnancy vocabulary that she's supposed to be, but here's the thing about Sarah, she tends to be moody and opinionated, and when pregnant I would advise others to be careful. So far we've been here nearly two hours and have had the great misfortune of coming in right when the night nurse from elm street came in for the shift change. She has managed to insult everyone in this room and several people not in this room, including Sarah's doctor and midwife. She has accused both of poor record taking and mis measuring the cervix. She has instructed Regina, Jessie, and myself into the hallway while she did some top secret record taking, and upon our arrival back to the room she advised us we were not allowed to wander the halls. And to add insult to injury we all just got pushed out into the hallway because of a Tornado watch. Needless to say we're having LOADS of FUN. She's the type that makes jokes out of all her insulting, but ends up to be the only one laughing. Regardless of her ways, she's growing on me the longer she tries to dig herself out of the hole she's in with all of us in the room. Hopefully she'll stop talking as the night goes on, she's already guaranteed us she'll be here for the next 12 hours!!!
I'll admit that hospitals usually make me queasy and cold but I'm having fun so far. Connor is a lot of fun and the monitors she's attached to have made for more entertainment than one may have thought. At the expense of Sarah I have encouraged peaks during her contractions so that I might create a wavelength that resembles the Atlanta skyline. So far we are unsuccessful, but there is still time yet. As it stands now, we will be here throughout the duration of our drinking time, but there's tomorrow, and after careful consideration--the new life of a friend's child is much more important than drinking.