the precipice of a long journey

it is 2351 on 26FEB11, quite possibly the last time we'll see this hour as a two-person family. "we" may not be the correct phrasing, more like me and my ambien-laden, comatose mommy-to-be. it seems such a short time ago we were only tossing around the idea of trying to become parents, funny how many moments in thirty-seven weeks can pass by unaccounted for. I'm not getting nostalgic in the least, there is no place nor time I'd rather be than in than this peacefully silent birthing room broken only by the amplified steam-engine steady one-hundred-forty-two beats of my son or daughter's healthy heart every minute. perhaps I could trade in this megafirm pull out couch for a little down though? excuse me, nurse?