London, first Saturday in November 2004 – My wife and I make a point to talk every single day even when apart. We have managed to do this every single day we have known one another, except for a single day early on which I failed to answer the phone as I’d fallen asleep in the couch. This day found us both traveling: She was in Atlanta while I was in London. The most economical way to talk was for her to call me late at night when it is early morning in London.
<Brriiinnnnggggg Brriiinnnnggggg> Even though I knew the phone would be ringing at 6:00 am on a Saturday, it still caught me both groggy and by surprise. ”Hi, it’s me. I need to you wake up and pay attention. <slight pause> I’m pregnant.” Don’t ask me why, but even before she told me, I knew what she was going to say. I wish I could say I was on top of everything that followed like my premonition. However, initially I was mostly just numb, wandering around London.