This Is It...

  This is it.  After tonight, Kim and I will no longer be baby-less.  It's our last 'just us' hurrah.  We'll get up at 4 A.M. to get ready and drive ourselves to the hospital and let little Rory come out.   We didn't have a lot of plans for this final evening, but one thing we couldn't have predicted was that the AC unit that we just fixed was going to go out again! 

  I wanted to burn the whole thing down, but then it would only get hotter inside, so that would be pointless.  Kim was horribly frustrated too and not able to breathe in the humidity very well.  Poor little Bella was panting as well.

  "I knew something bad was going to happen," Kim's mom says rubbing her ear.
  "What?" Kim asks.
  "My ear was ringing, and I said to myself, Ohhh don't ring.  I know that means something is going to happen.  It's like clockwork.  My ear rings and then something bad happens."
  "Okay, you really need to stop watching Long Island Medium."

  I called my air guy Troy, but he was saying that if he had to come today it could cost anywhere from 300- 700 dollars depending on the issue.  I guess that's the price you have to pay when you ask someone to work on the Sabbath.  There was no way we could afford that.  So Kim's mom and I ran to Wal-Mart and bought a super expensive fan that basically simulates a hurricane and this seemed to help Kim a lot. ( Her beautiful hair was flying all over the place at any rate.)  It at least made the air she was breathing better and the heat somewhat bearable. 

  (Also off subject, it seems tons of people's air units are blowing out.  I wonder if there is something going on around here?)

  I ranted on Facebook about how annoying it was, and lots of friends showed their sympathy.  Thank you! 

 We thought about going to a hotel but Kim didn't want to leave Bella, and she really wanted to sleep in her own bed.  We decided to make the best of the (horrid)  situation.  We took pictures of Kim, her belly, and myself because we hadn't done so yet.  (Yes, I had to put hot clothes back on so I didn't look like a sweat drenched beach bum.)  And we smiled and pretended we weren't dying of dehydration.  (Especially because Kim's not allowed to drink water after midnight.)

  At one point two of our fine friends (J.B. and Trooper) called and asked if we needed any fans or a place to sleep.  I relayed Kim's plan to tough it out, so they took it upon themselves to seek out a stand-alone air conditioning unit and brought it over to surprise us.  We chatted with them for a bit and they prayed for us and Rory.  (and as we speak our bedroom is as cool as a cucumber.) 

  I still can't believe how blessed we are to have such amazing friends.  Rory is a very lucky boy to be born into a circle of people that are going to love him, pray for him, and just be there for him when he needs it. 

Thank you to all our friends that have been there for us and are living life with us!  We love you all! 

The air going out wasn't the way I would have foreseen the day before Rory's birth going, but then again it was a pretty good day after all.
 

  Here's some of our pictures: