Well, I did not make it into the gym this weekend. My son, it seems, has no desire to stay in his mothers womb much longer, so I spend 99.99% of my weekend cleaning and preparing for his arrival, which included the very unanticipated task of cleaning under mine and the wife's bed. Now to understand why this task is was the bane of my existence, you have to know that we have lazy cat, and a 4 year old pit/lab mix who wants to do nothing but play games with the cat, all day, therefore the cat spends most of her time under our bed telling the dog to piss off. So I took a roll of paper towels, a bottle of cleaner, the vacuum, and a trash bag into our room, shut the door and cut on Super Bowl pregame shows and had a fantastic allergy attack for 2 hours. Needless to say, I got it done and had to immediately shower. The sand thing is, this is something that has to be done every couple of months. Older cat = loses more hair.
Having said that, I am giddy like a child on Christmas eve waiting for my son to make his appearance to the world, and in the big picture, missing a weekend of training because getting ready for him to do so isn't going to hurt me. I would, however, be lying if I said that I'm not going to use a couple hours of my paternity time off of work when he comes, to catch up...maybe.