Due Date

Today is the "due date" for my son, but when he'll actually arrive is unknown.  I'm here at work trying to get through one more day of trivial minutia while the mother of my child sits at home alone, waiting.  Waiting for the contractions to start.  Waiting for me to come home.  I won't lie, this is probably the most difficult day I have had to come to work.  In hindsight I should've taken this day off.  Every time the phone rings...

Kate Bush.  I can think of no other music to get me through this moment of time.  She's an angel who reassures me that everything will be okay and soon my glorious son will be in the world.