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June 22, 2004

Alert status reduced. (Condition Yellow)

It's been a quiet and contraction-less evening. After a day of feeling “weird” Fabulous Babe took it easy on the couch for most of the evening. (As befits a woman in her position.)

On the subject of the “weird” feelings we decided to wait a day and see what Doctor Molotov says when we see her tomorrow afternoon. We’ll know where we are after that and, be assured, so will you.

I spent most of the evening cleaning our office which I had let go to heck in a handbag over the last few weeks. I now have a huge stack of books to lug to the basement as a result. I’m also faced with trying to decide what to do with a number of magazines I unearthed. Odds are I’ll chuck more than a few. The best result? Empty floor as far as the eye can see.

In cleaning the office I found a print out of a letter that FB wrote me about 6 weeks after we began dating. I had it saved on an old hard drive and printed it a few months ago. Being the hopeless romantic I read it every once in a while when I find it. (It’s genetic: my grandfather saved the hotel receipt from his wedding night.)

She wrote it on the plane flight for her first face to face interview for the job that would take her to Seattle. That's right. Shortly after we began dating the fates decided a career opportunity would require her to move away from me. Who says love doesn't have challenges.

The reason I mention it is because of a line at the end of it that is really indicative of the relationship that I have with Fabulous Babe. (At 6 weeks it was already a good view into the next 5 years.) I think it is the sentiment that is at the heart of all great relationships:

“As much as I used to hate it, I love that you take care of me and are always there for me.”

FB has been miserable during most of our pregnancy. I’ve tried to do what I can but know that all of this has been a singular struggle. I read that quote to her tonight and told added that I’ll keep trying to take care and be there for her until the day I die.

Seems the least I can do.

Posted by Jim at June 22, 2004 10:31 PM