As mentioned in my last post i became a father the very next day which is March 17th. I got a call that my wife has to be admitted into hospital and pains have to induced getting her ready for the delivery, as the amniotic fluid levels are low. The actual estimated date was March 28th.
I had a long road trip planned with friends that week and this news came just a day before i was about to start. Some wise man once said, Ok Woody Allen said "How to make God laugh: Tell him your future plans."
While i was driving to my wife's hometown i had some quality time with God. It went on like this...
Me: I always wanted a girl and knowing you long enough it is going to be a boy, isn't it?
God: (chuckle)....
Me: Well guess what, deep inside i am prepared for a boy...
God: hmmmm
Me: Ok since you are going to have it your way and since you played spoil sport with my road trip let him be a chubby, adorable, cute looking baby.
God: aaaahhhh....
Me: What does that mean?
God: (sarcastic smile) you already said it
Me: You are going to have it your way....
God: hmmm....(chuckle again)
Me; You have got a very twisted sense of humour, do you know that?
God: Thank you, i get that a lot... now excuse me, i have a life to plan
Well my wife delivered a baby boy that afternoon at around 3:45PM. When they brought him out of the delivery room, his eyes were open and he gave me that "Are you the one responsible for this " look. I was afraid to hold him for a couple of days, then i got used to it.
I had a long road trip planned with friends that week and this news came just a day before i was about to start. Some wise man once said, Ok Woody Allen said "How to make God laugh: Tell him your future plans."
While i was driving to my wife's hometown i had some quality time with God. It went on like this...
Me: I always wanted a girl and knowing you long enough it is going to be a boy, isn't it?
God: (chuckle)....
Me: Well guess what, deep inside i am prepared for a boy...
God: hmmmm
Me: Ok since you are going to have it your way and since you played spoil sport with my road trip let him be a chubby, adorable, cute looking baby.
God: aaaahhhh....
Me: What does that mean?
God: (sarcastic smile) you already said it
Me: You are going to have it your way....
God: hmmm....(chuckle again)
Me; You have got a very twisted sense of humour, do you know that?
God: Thank you, i get that a lot... now excuse me, i have a life to plan
Well my wife delivered a baby boy that afternoon at around 3:45PM. When they brought him out of the delivery room, his eyes were open and he gave me that "Are you the one responsible for this " look. I was afraid to hold him for a couple of days, then i got used to it.
so was it god u were having conversation or woody allen?
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