My favorite part of plans is watching the pretty colors they make as they shatter.
After Jen’s appointment yesterday her doctor believes this whole thing has gone on long enough, and that Daphne should share a birthday with Harper Lee, Terry Pratchett, Kim Gordon, Saddam Hussein, and Perry McDonald.
Or, if we pass midnight, she’ll be born the same day as Willie Nelson, Jerry Seinfeld, Master P, and the L.A. Riots. (An interesting group either way.)
So we’ll be heading to the hospital at (the ungodly hour of) 5am next Tuesday, where Jen will get a room and we’ll settle in while the Pitocin purée does its thing.
I’ll keep you all posted.