May 2006

If the baby doesn't come in 90 minutes, then the pizza is free…

Ulp. Yesterday was a blur of panic and quick dressing routines, along with pain, blue goo and some wildly erratic driving. But perhaps I’m not being clear, and there’s just the slight possibility that some of my relatives are busy picking themselves up off the floor (or diving for the scotch bottle), so I’d better

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