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I. No, no baby yet. Still just sitting around here. Keep checking for news. II. We slept in today: A lazy Sunday morning. Could it be the last? III. Hanging out at home. Too big for most of my clothes. Why bother with pants*? [*For the non-Americans: I mean "trousers." ] IV. I read baby books For sleep and nursing advice. They all disagree. V. At night I wake up Once an hour or thereabouts: Child squashing bladder. VI. Baby's room is set, Freezer's full of casseroles, Bags are packed. Let's go!

April 23, 1564 - often conjectured to be Shakespeare's birthday, though without proof (we only know that he was baptized on the 26th). April 23, 1616 - the day on which he shuffled off this mortal coil.

Grading completed...check. Hospital bags packed...check. Haircut and dental cleaning...check. 38 weeks checkup with midwife...check. Get-to-know-you meeting with pediatrician...check. Re-read AND watched all of LOTR...check. Feeling like a large marine mammal mistakenly arrived on land...check.

About damn time, you might say, I finally got a Flickr account going. The link is at the left.

No, no, that's not Guppy, he's a boy. Eric's youngest brother and his wife had their baby girl yesterday at 6:21 p.m. EDT, a few weeks ahead of schedule. She is a diminutive but healthy 5 lbs 13 oz and doing fine. I have been telling Guppy repeatedly in the past 24 hours that there is no need to follow his new cousin's example; we will be happy to wait until the end of the month for him to make his appearance. (Or at the very least, another 2 weeks would be awesome.)