Doings

Julie will reach 40 decades, I mean weeks, of pregnancy tomorrow. I still think next week will come and go without a baby, but I packed the hospital bag anyway. There have been, let's just say, some doings a-transpiring.

I think it's nothing. But it could be something.

It's nothing.

Julie's mom happens to be in town, so Julie and I are meeting friends out for tapas. Maybe I'll have her eat the spicy chorizo sausages and then make her hop back to the car, drive off-road the whole way home.

Then we'll dislodge that kid once and for all by having lots and lots of--

Hmm?

Yeah, it's nothing. Her next doctor's appointment is Wednesday, and they'll schedule the induction.

I think.

Update: I stand corrected. It was most definitely something. All signs indicate that we will have a son tomorrow--on his due-date.