Well, you don’t know what we can find
Why don’t you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don’t know what we can see
Why don’t you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away

I am not certain why, but the lyrics to Steppenwolf’s “Magic Carpet Ride” have been bouncing around inside my melon since we left the doctor’s office just less than 2 hours ago. You see, Jess had her cervix checked (the first time) and turns out that she is 90% effaced and 2-3cm dilated and that little Nemo’s in -1 Stage. In a nutshell, it all means that Nemo has begun inching his little way towards the light and her cervix is preparing for the delivery. It does not mean that I will wake up tomorrow morning a dad (though I just might start saying “who’s yer daddy” to anyone that will listen, including cars next to me at intersections) or possibly even by Sunday, but it does mean that Jess’ body is beginning to prepare itself for the events ahead. Which is exciting.

Which brings me back to “Magic Carpet Ride.” Though the song is generally accepted as one big, drug-induced, euphoric ride, I have always imagined it as an adventure to neverland (sans the ticking alligator), full of wonderment and possibility… and the unknown. Which is how I am feeling right now. Excited, anxious, and possibly needing a little bit of drug-induced euporia of my own. But I have absolutely no doubt that when I finally hear the sound of little Nemo’s voice, I will Let the sound take you away.

I will update again as we learn more. Until then, “Who’s yer daddy?”