Justeen called me from work this morning and told me she was feeling what appeared to be "real contractions." Well, about an hour passed and those so-called real contractions went away. False labor - you are very mysterious. So, she took a walk to the tropical fish store near her office (because the fish need to eat) and everything seems to have returned to the status quo.
The good news is I've been able to get a lot of grading done this afternoon. I thought for sure I would have to use the old baby excuse to justify not returning my students' midterm papers. Alas, no baby excuse for this guy. I'm sure I'll be able to pull it out for some other reason.
Izzy is growing impatient. He's following me around the house, seemingly annoyed with me. And he just finished jumping on the hardwood floor guy who came by to tell us our floors are experiencing stress. The hardwood floors need a nice warm womb to hang out in.
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