It is an odd sensation being given the opportunity to "schedule" the arrival of one's child. The way Lia likens it: she says tomorrow we are going to the baby store to pick out our son.
That's right, tomorrow. I know earlier I wrote February 10. And though I am notorious for flubbing up birthdates, this one is not on me. Lia finagled a reschedule. You can do that when you are the one going under the knife. So we will be picking up Ned Jr. from the baby store tomorrow: February 9, 2009. 2/9/2009. Pretty cool. (It seems like I'm destined to confuse 9s and 10s. Lia's birthday is either the 9th or the 10th of August. Ned Jr.'s will likely have the same murkiness about it.)
Check in this time tomorrow for the details and stats.
That's right, tomorrow. I know earlier I wrote February 10. And though I am notorious for flubbing up birthdates, this one is not on me. Lia finagled a reschedule. You can do that when you are the one going under the knife. So we will be picking up Ned Jr. from the baby store tomorrow: February 9, 2009. 2/9/2009. Pretty cool. (It seems like I'm destined to confuse 9s and 10s. Lia's birthday is either the 9th or the 10th of August. Ned Jr.'s will likely have the same murkiness about it.)
Check in this time tomorrow for the details and stats.
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