High Alert or How I Got a Sunburn

My girlfriend Susan is due on Sunday so I'm officially on "high alert." Since she graciously hauled herself out of bed at 4 am to come stay with my kids when Sadie was born, I get to return the favor. Every night I put my clothes and bathroom stuff at the end of my bed, make sure the phone is next to me and anticipate "the call." Anytime I leave the house, I make sure my cell phone is on and charged. The wait is killing me. I remember being there with Sadie.

Susan's last little boy was born in triage. She labored at home a little too long and then there was the 45 minute drive to the hospital (she must really love her doctor to chose a hospital in Phoenix over the 4 closer hospitals). In order to avoid a replay of her last labor and delivery, her doctor scheduled an inducement for today. Except at the last minute, Susan decided she didn't want to be induced, and was definitely miserable after making the decision. So being the great supportive friend that I am, I decided to get her mind off of the baby (or the fact that baby was not here yet). We went swimming.

It's stinking hot this week, so the pool felt awesome. I made lunches ad brought snacks and we sat around the pool for a few hours. Sadie made her swim suit debut, Nate splashed around and I even had Tasha drop Ellie off after Pre School. So all my kids had so much fun, all lathered up in their sun screen. Except guess who forgot to put sun screen on herself? Yeah, ME! I'm all itchy and red. I seriously haven't had a sun burn this bad since I was a kid. And it's only May.

So please remember -- it's officially summer. Lather up!