Mi esposa es embarazada. (10 Feb)

Oh dear.

I’m a little pre-occupied right now.  I’ll get to why soon though, I don’t imagine this will be too long a post.

I didn’t go to Rustyc’s last night, I thought I should consume some of the left-over Chinese food.  I was a little worried about this though; when I got home I saw that it had been out on the table all day.  My housemate doesn’t have a clue about house related chores.  He tells me he moved out of home when he was 18, but everything about the way he lives suggests to my that his mum has looked after him for a long time (and this is coming from a guy whose mum has looked after him for a long time).

I thought I’d go to Rustyc’s tonight, but my housemate said he wanted to do a dinner of traditional Hermosillo food, which is where he is from.  I agreed to this, and hope to get to Rustyc’s on friday evening.  I’m partially expecting my housemate to forget about this, or just not come through.  Our house isn’t really set up for a proper meal cooking, so I have no idea how he will achieve this… and then, I suppose, is the issue of whether or not he can actually cook.

Anyway, I ate the Chinese food apprehensively.  One reason was because it had been out on the table all day and the other was because my housemate had told me that he’d gotten diarrhoea from eating the Chinese food.  I took that information on board but also kind of dismissed it because I decided that, maybe, he was a bit of a pussy when it came to Chinese food.

He left for the dentist at 1830 and went straight to work from there, so I had the house to myself.  I nutted out the rest of my report and finished the last bottle of tequila that I will drink in Mexicali.  Then, with nothing better to do, I went to bed at 2100.

At 2140 I received a message from my wife.  She told me that she was getting regular contractions and thought she might be going into labour.  She’s 35 weeks pregnant, the official due date being about 4 weeks after I return.  My other two kids came out about a week after their due date, so I had been fairly sure that premature delivery wasn’t going to be an issue.  What I have learnt in my lifetime though is that, whenever I make grand proclamations, it’s a sure-fire way to ensure the opposite happens.  If I believed in a god, I’d say they were trying to teach me something.

My wife told me not to worry (yet) and just continue on as planned; we’d discussed this event occurring before I left and had agreed that I should just go about business as usual unless she told me to do otherwise.  She’d organised for her brother to help her and someone is looking after my other two kids.

Needless to say, I didn’t sleep to well last night.  On top of a lot of things to think about I was also experiencing the noisiest fucking night in Mexicali ever.  Fucking ambulances and police cars going up and down Justo Sierra.  Idiots calling to each other and hitting things at 0300.  God-damned club music on a Wednesday night/Thursday morning.  What was wrong with these people?

I somehow fell asleep and got in a few extra hours; sleeping with my phone by the bed.  Wondering if I should message my wife and deciding not to.  I reasoned: if she’s in labour – she won’t want to be bothered.  If everything is fine now – she’d have let me know.  So she was either in labour or still unsure of what was happening herself.  Either way, it would be best to leave the next move to her.  No need to add my worries to her troubles.

I got up 5 minutes before my alarm and went downstairs to turn on the water heater.  I hopped back in bed until the alarm went off.  Still no message.  What was going on in Australia?  I considered my options – do I go home early?  Do I stay and finish my time in Mexicali and then go home straight away?  Do I just ride it out here and believe that everything is under control at home?  I showered and went to the hospital, still thinking about this news.

As I was about 100m from the hospital, I received a message from my wife.  She told me the kids have someone looking after them, she’s in hospital and, after some morphine, the contractions have calmed down a lot.  She’s not dilated at all and her membranes are intact.  The hospital are observing her for the day and the morphine was to test the hypothesis that her uterus was just irritated.  I seriously hope that this is the case but, even if it is, she’ll have to take it easy from now on I think… except I don’t know how she’ll do that.

I imagine my uterus would be irritated too if i was 35 weeks pregnant and having to manage two kids on my own.  She did encourage me to go to Mexico though, she thought it would be good for my worldview or life experience or something like that.

Shit.  It’s only 6 days until I’m home, so… I guess that’s Ok.  She’ll tell me if I need to change my plans anyway.

So I’m just sitting in my usual computing spot waiting for my friedd to turn up so we can write his thing.  I have a lot of writing to do.  I went and said good-bye to the hospital owner and my contact.  I did this in-case they were, or I was, not around tomorrow.  The hospital owner was very polite and kind, as always, and my contact was asking me questions about how I had organised to get from here to LA; always looking out for me.  My contact also told me I had to write up some sort of report on how I found my time at the hospital. They want to use it like some sort of feedback form.  There’s no structured feedback questionnaire, so I just have to wing it.

Bah.  So much to do it seems, but my mind is elsewhere.  This is a drag.  2 more sleeps til I leave.