  For the next couple of weeks, I will be playing the role of a minuteman. With Connie expecting our baby "any time now", I'm just waiting for the call saying that it's time. Then it'll be my time to spring into action and make sure someone is watching the boys and get Connie to the hospital. Now, the first child didn't take long. The second child took even less time (about 2 hours) and the prediction is that this child will come even quicker.
So I sit here wondering if this is the day, but trying not to think about it too much. It can really wear you out if you get to wrapped up in it. I'll just try to enjoy the excitement and the last few days with: reasonable amounts of sleep, no diapers to change, no spitup to cleanup, etc. 
