This morning we head to the hospital.
Actually, we're having an induction and it may take a few days to deliver. Or we may get rolling very quickly. There's no guarantee of timing. But we know that MiniMag's looking and feeling good although apparently he/she's a bit too comfy in utero. So we're gonna give him/her a tiny kick in the butt. Our bag is packed and the apartment's essentially ready for us to bring home a new, loud, demanding roommate who we can expect will never make dinner or clean up even a little bit or pay for anything. We can't wait.
Like most new parents-to-be, we've spent countless hours discussing what we hope for our child and how we'd best like to achieve those desires. Of course now all that's out the window. And concerns are coming to mind that our offspring might grow up to be like this guy or this chick or that fella...well, I suppose you can't control everything.
Send us your best thoughts. Sarah's been a stud all the way through this adventure thus far. I've become the sort of cheeseball who gets all choked up watching air freshener and GE commercials. We all have our roles in these things. I'll post an audio file or two once this show really presents itself. Rock on.
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