Hmmm...

"Yes Mr. (kow) we were wondering if you could come in for another donation."
But I'm not due to donate again until April I believe correct?
How's next week for you, Tuesday?
That's fine, see you then.

I walked into the office that following Tuesday and signed in. I had been donating for about 4 years and always wondered where it had gone after that. Sitting in the waiting room by myself I flipped through an "Outdoors" magazine and was enjoying the article reviewing hiking boots when I was called. I went into the backroom and asked the nurse why I was called back early for a donation. "Could be any reason really, they may have lost your previous one, used it, or they could be trying to bolster the amount in storage." Ok I thought and I went about the donation process. Quick and painless as always, both good things.

I settled up with the front desk and walked to the elevator and hopped on. As the doors were closing I heard "Hold that elevator" and proceeded to hit the button to open the door. "Thanks" stated the woman who walked in. She was dressed in a business suit with a nice skirt on, very professional. "Do you know of any good coffee places around here?" she asked. "There's a place right across the street from this building actually that has a great Hazelnut." I replied. "Cool thanks, can I buy you one?" Startled by the question but always one for a Hazelnut I agreed. What the hell I figured I was off for the rest of the day with no plans. Together we walked across the street and into the shop where we sipped coffee for about an hour. She was very inquisitive asking my thoughts on the topics of the day, where was I from, and where I went to school but never once asking my name. After awhile I felt like it was an interview but was enjoying it figuring what the hell, she didn't know my name. I finished my coffee and wished her well and she stood up with me to get ready to leave. As we walked out the door she turned to me and asked me "What's your father's middle name?" I told her and started to walk away wishing her well. I made it to the end of the block and turned around to find her turned around looking at me. She smiled and signed "Thank You" to me before turning around.

On the way home I started to analyze the whole afternoon. From the request to come in to make another donation, to the sudden save at the elevator, to the offer of coffee and the interview following. It all seemed too much of a coincidence. Then it dawned on me what was happening... she was going to have my baby.