If you’re at all “in the know” about my life, then you know that we’re expecting our second child (a girl) in less than a week. That’s right. Hordes of people are planning on getting plastered and earning beads in salacious fashion, all in honor of our due date.* Go figure. It’s nice for everyone to get excited, although I’d like to take this moment to implore women across the country to keep their shirts on. Labor is a big deal, but not that big a deal.
It’ll be interesting to see when the baby actually arrives. If she comes Saturday, I thought about naming her Phillina, in honor of Punxsutawney Phil. My wife shot that idea down, and I hope February 2nd isn’t the birthday anyway. It would be too much like having a birthday on Christmas. Better to have things separated out a bit, presents-wise. Otherwise, getting a present from the Great Groundhog will be obscured by all that birthday stuff. Who wants that?
In any case, I don’t have much more time to blog today, but rest assured I’ll keep you all up to date on the goings on here. Wish us luck.
*Some people have told me that these people are actually going to be celebrating something they call “Mardi Gras,” to which I reply: any celebration that discriminates against pronouncing the letter “s” ought to be outlawed. Really. What has our ociety come to?