Hills of Hayward

On the way to the hospital this morning with Christine and Mom, I was getting hungry.  Running around doing last minute preparations, I had forgotten to eat breakfast.  I said to Christine, “I’m already thinking about what to have for lunch.”  San Ramon after all had one of my favorite Zachary’s Pizza well as Dogout (also known as hotdog heaven).

Christine replied in a miffed tone, “You aren’t worried at all.”  Christine had nothing to eat since midnight to prepare for the C-Section, and she also remembered how much of a frazzled mess of concern I was last time with Anders.

“I’ll go eat, but I’ll only have a little food.”  I answered diplomatically.   Chrsitine smiled.

Once I got to the hospital, settled in, and chatted with the nurses… my hunger entirely went away.  I got worried after all.