I feel like a big cat.
A lioness, if you will.
And I'm in this dark room.
All curled up in a ball. Sleeping. Preserving my energy.
A sort of survival mode.
All of a sudden, I feel a presence in the room.
I'm too tired to fully open my eyes but I can make out a figure walking by me in the darkness.
Suddenly, a light is FLIPPED on.
My eyelids slowly start to flutter, gradually letting the light stream in.
I stretch out my front legs. Nice long stretch.
My front paws spread apart as I reach, Reach, REACH as far as I can.
Then comes a long yawn. A big gasp of air is exactly what I need to wake up.
Turns out that bright light is connected to a long, flexible bend-y thing.
Think a very, expensive reading light.
It's attached to a doctor's bed. I am there on the bed. Human this time, not cat.
The light is shining down on me and is waking me up from my 10 week, 2 day slumber.
Then I notice Joe to my left leaning over me, totally crowding me.
I swear he doesn't realize that I'm there.
He's looking past me. At a monitor.
It's almost like he's cheering the screen on.
Big eyes. Mouth agape.
It looks like he's watching Croatia. Up for a penalty kick in the World Cup finals with a 1-1 tied score.
Then I look to my right and see the screen for myself.
This is way better than soccer.
A little flutter on the screen.
Ba-DOP. Ba-DOP. Ba-DOP.
And this teddy bear-like image going crazy.
Turning this way. Turning that way. Somersault. Flip.
I'm thinking, 'This is why I've been so nauseous. This little bundle of energy has been spinning donuts inside of me. Kicking up dust. Partying like a rock star.'
I hear Joe make a comment about being a great triathlete.
Then I look at him and see him for the first time as a proud father.
We're watching his/my/our little lion cub for the first time.
Presenting Baby Madzar!