Aw man, dig this, I get the day off work at my dishwasher job and at my cook job to do two shows downtown with the new act.
Who woulda thunk that after all the prep and planning and rehearsal my son would pick that day to attempt being born.
She went into labor (translate to english...labour) and at present is still working on it.
We rushed to the midwiffery birth and tire center and they said she wasn't pregnant enough yet.
so by show time we were both too wrecked to do anything but be there for eachother.
She told me to go do the shows without her but I don't work like that.
I'm a team player and couldn't leave her side no matter what. Besides how would I focus on doing a good show if my wife may be exploding from the crotch with babyness.
I am so devistated, glad she is ok though.
It feels good to talk about how crappy the last 20 hours have been, now I can go back to being a supportive husband and see how this baby thing pans out.
we did come up with a name for him, Bruce Angus.