Well, our upstairs neighbors are having their baby.

The guy ran by me this afternoon, and said "Tonight might be the night" as he went past. Sure enough, maybe half an hour later off he zipped with his grimacing wife in the passenger seat.


We picked up our birth tub and birth kit today, so all we have to do is clear the quilting stuff out of the baby's cradle and print out "birthday posters" alerting our neighbors -- so they don't call 911.

It feels like the birth is getting closer and closer -- first our friends in California had their baby, then the ladies in our birth class, one by one, then our upstairs neighbor -- next, it will be us!

We are excited!

We've been reading in the birth books (some of the more hippy ones) about the role the father plays, and how his strength and assurance can be very helpful, so I am gearing up for that.

Wish us luck, and keep us in your thoughts and prayers!