Blobby Layne is now officially, by the standards of my midwives, three days late. I am an an extremely punctual person, as is Rob, and there have already been conversations about the consequences of lateness and what sort of disciplinary action we will take once the child decides to (finally) show up. We believe strongly in nipping this sort of rebellious behavior in the bud and will not tolerate dawdling, lollygagging or tomfoolery of this sort.
Otherwise, I feel good, though it is getting hotter outside. I am fortunate that I really just move from air-conditioned house, to climate controlled office and blast the A/C in the car in between. Its just like being retired in a place like Boca Raton or Palm Springs, complete with having trouble getting off the sofa, complaining about my sciatica and being hungry for dinner at 4:30 in the evening.
Well, maybe next week there will be a photograph of someone other than me. The family pool so far:
June 15th, 10:45 am, 8lbs 9 oz., 22 inches long
June 19th. 6pm. 8 lbs, 3 oz. 21 inches.
June 12th, 8:30am, 7lbs. 12oz. 21inches long
Place your bets!