Tuesday, March 11, 2008


And probably not until tomorrow, when the OB plans to induce.

And, yes, Anne—"induction" does sound a bit like a senior-year ceremony that we had at our beloved alma mater. Unfortunately, mañana's induction may be more painful (albeit slightly), but at least I needn't wear a plastered-on smile or a cardboard key around my neck (or much of anything, for that matter), and I won't hear any tedious speeches (or much of anything, for that matter). And if I throw anything or yell during, fewer people will cast aspersions upon my moral character or sanity.

A disturbing thing about Rob's baby counters: some are now counting UP. Now what does THAT mean?

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