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Rafael tapped his foot impatiently on the floor. How long did it take for an uber to arrive? he thought, glancing at his watch for the fifth time. It was already 2.30 and his wife’s antenatal appointment was at 3.

This was the one, the big one. He couldn’t miss another appointment. The only one he had attended so far was the initial check up. The second appointment he had walked into halfway through, for the third he arrived as the his wife was walking out and he had forgotten the fourth altogether.

This appointment was the appointment. The one where they would officially be allowed to know the sex of the baby.

Rafael climbed into the cab, “Mount Sinai Hospital, please.”

He settled down into the back of the cab and looked down at his phone, fingers hovering above the seven unread text messages. Hesitation; a feeling Rafael often ignored. If he read these messages, he would inevitably be obliged to go back to this office, to file an injunction, or another equally important legal document. No, Rafael tucked his phone into his jacket pocket, he would have to live in blissful oblivion for the next hour. The next hour was for his wife, his baby, his family.

Glancing at his watch again, 2.40, Rafael thought, had the car even moved? I can’t be late to find out how the rest of my life is going to turn out.

Rafael smiled, today, he would know if he was having a son or daughter. Or the third option was that he would spend the rest of his wife’s pregnancy sleeping on the couch.

He relaxed a little, pondering his prospects. In an instant, he saw his child grow and thrive in his mind’s eye. Not yet knowing the child’s sex left him open to a world of possibilities.

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We’re all sinking in the same boat here. We’re all bored and desperate and waiting for something to happen. Waiting for life to get better. Waiting for things to change. Waiting for that one person to finally notice us. We’re all waiting. But we also need to realize that we all have the power to make those changes for ourselves.
—  Susane Colasanti, Waiting for You
We’re all sinking in the same boat here. We’re all bored and desperate and waiting for something to happen. Waiting for life to get better. Waiting for things to change. Waiting for that one person to finally notice us. We’re all waiting. But we also need to realize that we all have the power to make those changes for ourselves.
—  Susane Colasanti, Waiting For You
We’re all sinking in the same boat here. We’re all bored and desperate and waiting for something to happen. Waiting for life to get better. Waiting for things to change. Waiting for that one person to finally notice us. We’re all waiting. But we also need to realize that we all have the power to make those changes for ourselves.
—  Susane Colasanti, Waiting For You
First forget inspiration. Habit is more dependable. Habit will sustain you whether you’re inspired or not. Habit will help you finish and polish your stories. Inspiration won’t. Habit is persistence in practice.
—  Octavia E. Butler