September 8 - International 'Why Wait' Day

On September 8 1998, a certain little fellow was due to make his appearance into the world as we know it. Calendars had been consulted, bellies measured, and it appeared that this little chap was well on his way to a 9/8/98 birthday. Ah, thought mommy, how much fun this will be. What a conversation topic it might be. How much more simple could it be than to remember this particular birthdate, anyway? Even daddy might remember this one (unlike their anniversary, which always seemed to slip his mind, causing him to enter the doorway sheepishly and wink as he'd say, "you'll get your present later, baby" and give mommy's bottom a pat). Mommy growled at the irony, realizing all at once that she had actually gotten pregnant with this little chap on that darned anniversary date, after all. So as mommy sat on the examination table on the seventh day of that September, she grew impatient (as otherwise rational women that have been pregnant for ten months are wont to do), waiting for the doctor to come into the room and seal this baby's fate as the owner of the 9898 birthdate. But as the contractions started and the room started to spin, mommy worried that all was not well, and began to ponder the total insignificance of a 9/7/98 birthdate. NO! she screamed as the doctor entered the room, calling for nurses and stretchers and gloves. NO! she screamed as the doctor announced that this might be the first baby delivered in the doctor's office this year. NO! she screamed, for the third time, when the doctor said 'push.'

YES! she cried, when she held that impatient little chap to her breast. YES! you are beautiful and YES! you are healthy and YES! you will always be unpredictable.

So on September 8, join us as we celebrate that which comes before we are ready, that which happens when we thought we had it all figured out, that which throws everything we planned right out the window.