The Call

I'd always imagined that E would call and tell me she was in labour while I was at work.  I'd frantically pack up my things, set my out of office alert and drive home as fast as legally possible.  Everyone would be wishing me luck as I headed out the door kind of thing.  Maybe a few high fives...

Not so.

Wednesday night rolled around and E had decided a change of scenery and company was in order.  A movie night with one of her girlfriends was suggested so I dropped E off around 7.  I got home and fired up the PS3 (one of my few vices, along with single malt, chocolate covered ginger and cheese).  I was happily playing away, noticed it was roughly two hours after I dropped E off and sure enough my phone rang.  "Hi, will you come pick me up?"

So I dutifully saved my game, drove to E's friend's place and rang the doorbell.  I was greeted with "Hi, I think I've been having contractions since 8!"

Now lets just go back one step to that simple phone call that changed my life (well, maybe that was a different phone call back in May 2010 when I was on the GO Train home and E simply said "I'm pregnant").  Seven simple words, but not the words I was expecting.  I would have thought contractions, labour, I'm having, I think I'm in, it's started would have figured fairly prominently.  Nope!  I totally understand E's thinking and it did prevent me from driving there like a panicked crazy nervous person.

But still!