And all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except just under her blouse. The labor bag was packed in the kitchen with care in hopes that an epidural soon would be there. And I in my PJs and K in the bed had just settled down for a long night of dread...
Next entry I write I'll be a father of two kids, not just of one. Wish K luck. And I'll take some, too, if you've got any left over.
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