Chickering sucked the egg

After all that, the insurance stuff worked out. We got a hold of the higher-ups, threatened their reputation as responsive, student friendly insurers, and they freaked out and gave us everything we wanted. Even tried to cover up what probably is a secret internal policy of routinely denying claims in the hope that people give up by saying that they just had a computer error in recording the date of our insurance. Load of crap, but we didn't pursue the issue. Then we turned around and hired a midwife, so we're having the kid at home.
We've got our bags of stuff ready to go- shower curtains to cover the mattress, salad bowls to catch the placenta, Goodwill towels to mop up gook. It really could be any day now, although I'm predicting Apr. 12th and Mars says the 13th. I go between being obsessed about the little bugger, to completely forgetting about his entire existence in the midst of studying for a big neuro test this coming Mon and Tue. Which is weird. That is kind of my MO- I hang out and do all the fun stuff and feel like I'm really part of this community, and then a test approaches and I go underground for a week or so. I don't do any dishes, or cook, or even pick my crap up off the floor. I ignore phone calls, I don't work out. I'm kind of in panic mode, and fiercely protective of my time. It's not that great of a system. The house falls apart, my friends and bride are neglected, my skin gets pale. Each time I tell myself that I'll get on more of a schedule for next time- do a little studying every day so that I never hit crisis mode. But that never quite happens. Luckily, I know that having a kid fixes everything...
Right.