Sleep is indeed a figment of someones imagination. It is non-linear, and fluid - leading me to believe that sleep may actually be a cosmic strand… You know… like the “Nexus” that Guinan lived in from the crossover ST:TNG movie with Shatner and Malcom McDowell… OK nevermind…
As a result, I’ve had a few hours to think about the emotions that I’ve experienced over the last few nights. There is a new level above elation, a kind of scared more intense than your ‘usual’ fear but a fear that you can face with your eyes open. It’s a few shades deeper than the love you share with your wife or loved ones.
But none of that describes it. Nothing can… It’s just too real.
I looked at it with other eyes.
Poker players will get this….
You are sitting at an 8-sit table at a big tournament. You’ve got a fair stack, not big stack - but big enough to bully a few of the short stacks around.
Welcome to the 9th month of Pregnancy.
You’re the dealer - and the big blind takes a quick look at his cards, and rocks back on the back legs of the chair.
All but a couple of the players call the big blind - working to see a flop. Play comes around the table, and you take your first peek at the cards.
AsKs - Big Slick… ooooh mama…. This is Labour…. The chips are in - and you’ve got a hand. Raise to triple the big blind…. who’s playin? Big blind calls without hesitation. A few more glances at the cards follow - and you’ve got 5 chasing a pot. It’s scary as hell - and you’ve committed a few chips… no backing down.
All eyes are on the dealer (OB/GYN) and the flop comes down like a big budget movie… 10s-Js-Qs
Bigblind throws down the Gauntlet - all in…
Small blind folds…
Tight-agressive in the corner glances around the table and calls…
The king-size stack in the corner calls - thinking he’s all that.
I call… 4 way for all the marbles.
It’s like that. The poetry of chance. A moment where everything takes form and shape. A moment of pure clarity. You know where you are, what you are doing - and how it’s all going to play out.
And then - you bring the ‘nuts’ home… and you find out just how complicated it really is…
i’m not a poker player but i get it. been there, done that - twice! got two grown whipper-snappers to show fer my troubles. and despite my best (or worst) efforts, they turned out purty dang good!! hehe no pride here, huh?! lol anyhooo… glad to see the youngin’ and his folks are doin’ well. as fer sleep… sleep, shmeep. you might miss something astronomical the boy might do that would prove his genious!!! lol anyway, hang in there, ya’ll. yer in for the ride of yer life!! hugs, connie
ps. can’t wait till you bring young ben to the office. i wanna hold him. it’s been a while since i held a youngin but i think i still got the knack!! ta for now!!
I second Connie. I know absolutely nothing about poker either. I do know that I am really looking forward to holding my grandson for the first time when we come to visit early November:)