I feel odd about this whole thing. I’m honored, and excited to be a part of Mizzy’s birth but at the same time I feel it’s not my place. It’s her boy’s place, and while he’ll be there, I feel a little like a peasant pulled from the street to sit in the king’s court. I know what to do but I still feel a bit odd about being there in the first place.

This is also the first time in my life I’ve even been in a relationship like this. Mizzy left me. We’re officially separated (technically still married), but at the same time we’re still close. We talk every day and I’ll be part of the birth (catching the baby even (he didn’t want to)).

Of course, my participation in the birth in contingent upon me getting to Maine before he actually pops out. I’m just praying for him to come out during a warm spell, because otherwise getting there is going to be a bitch.

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