38 weeks

  Want to know what's crazy?  (Other than the fact that Bronson Arroyo is making $11,500,000 to throw a small white baseball with relatively little success.  That's right--he's 8-12 with an ERA over 5.  Oh, and he gets a raise next year.  He'll get paid $12,500,000 next season, regardless of performance.  That's right--while most people would get fired for under-performing by such drastic measures, Bronson gets a raise.  Meanwhile, in the real world...)

  Rachel and I could have a baby at any moment.

  Could be today.  Could be tomorrow.  Could be in three weeks.  We have no idea.  But it's completely realistic (Unlike the economics of baseball) that the baby could show up at any time.  There isn't much we can do to predict it, and we're as prepared as we can be for it (we finally bought the glider, thus ending Rachel's anxiety that the baby might come before we purchased the glider.  We also ended Mastercard's anxiety that we might have a small bill!), but it's just so surreal that it would be completely natural for Zeus to arrive today.  A little more certainty would be nice, but we simply won't get it--we have to be prepared for the next three weeks to drop everything for Zeus' arrival.

  We've spent so much time thinking about what the baby will be like, it's hard to imagine that all of those dreams will finally come true, and we'll suddenly have a 7 pound toxic waste producer of our own.  I'll be a dad, whether I'm ready for it or not, and our entire life will be focused on the every burp, coo and cry that Zeus produces.  Everything will change, only we have no idea when.

  Sometime.

  Maybe today.

  Maybe Monday.

  I have no idea.

  How strange it is!