Expectant mothers and their husbands were everywhere in the room waiting patiently for their turn. I walked in and quickly chose a sit near the door while my other half headed for the registration desk. Our number was fifteen. That's means a wait of more than an hour....sigh. That's the consequence of arriving late, I said to myself. Not knowing what to do, I busied myself with the pad, reading but not really reading, if you know what I mean. I felt a bit out of place. After all, the other parents were all young, some half my age. They have that excited looked on them. Eager perhaps. I'm excited too. My last baby was twenty long years ago.
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