My dad is in the hospital. Which means I must be really close.
Ok, this is weird but my dad always, always, ALWAYS ends up in the hospital when someone else has a major life event. It's like he has attention envy or something. When I was in the hospital, the day they discovered my pancreas and gallbladder issues and decided to induce me, he broke his foot. When Lucas was born, I can't remember exactly but I think he had an infection from a pulled tooth. When my nephew was born last fall, he broke a rib.
He went to the hospital this afternoon with extremely high blood pressure. So I know it's gotta be almost baby time.
Maybe it's a coincidence, but I swear, it happens every time. So strange. I do hope he's ok, but he is an alcoholic and I expect at some point that has to catch up to him health-wise. I've been bracing for it for almost 15 years now.
So lots of emotions rattling around this pregnant brain!