I've gotten some sweet notes from people who've noticed my absence the past several days. Half of you think Baby B is secretly here and the other half are worried I'm falling apart. The truth is much less exciting, I'm afraid. Puppy is recovering from a bad bout of croup. I'm engulfed in a wave of sentimentalism over these final days of being a family of three. Both have kept me away from the computer and attached to my baby boy.
Ms B called yesterday. She is understandably ready to be done with this whole pregnancy thing and finally meet her daughter. Her doctor predicted she'll go into labor between February 1 and 15. He's a gambler, that one.
T thinks she will be born Thursday. I think it will be Valentine's Day. Care to make a prediction?