(Actually now with PhD, but Doctor of Philosophy just doesn't have the same evil ring, does it?)
In classic sitcom style, several hours ago, my water broke in public. However, it was at a pumpkin and cider place, not the grocery store. However, I was determined to get my dang cider and donuts that I had been wanting all week, so I counted on people tending not to look at one's groinal area too closely and bought them anyway. (There was also the giant-belly camouflage factor.) However, it did pretty much look like I had just wet my pants terribly.
So, any further news is likely up to Argot, as I am going to go to the bedroom and work on getting this baby out.
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6 comments:
A little pumpkin of your own! Awww! Congratulations! Get some rest-- it may be the last you get for roughly 18 years.
What wonderful news on a Monday morning!
Congratulations!
Fantastic news! Congratulations, and welcome to Jack.
Hooray! Congrats!
So anyway, did you ever get to have your cider and donuts?
ok.... i know it's been less than a week, and not to harrass someone who's probably getting half an hour of sleep at night... but the unholy mob wants pictures! Don't be a TomKat!
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