Well, today was the due date. I haven’t talked about it much, but N and I are expecting a little girl here anytime. She’s been a trooper, we went out to a Christmas party last night, walked to NePo42 for a tasty breakfast. She got gorgeous fluffy pancakes with apple (real apples hunks…bigger than chunks) and I got the biscuits and gravy and a bloody mary. Augie got pet but no food.
The baby holding pattern is a weird stage in life. I mean, it could happen at any time. But it might not happen for days or even weeks. In the meantime, you go about your business, but as Michael Lewis suggests in Home Game, it’s a good goal for the father to not show up to the birth drunk. So, I’m trying to limit it to a friendly buzz.
So we’re trying get things together around the house, I’ve been playing a lot of video games, and we’re just hanging out. Not a bad way to go, I suppose.