Monday’s the day.

As long as he doesn’t boot his way out through ‘s uterus, Monday will be the day.

Monday morning. Early morning. It’ll still be dark when we get to the hospital.

Did I mention early?

I had better brew some of the holy bean the night before, or I’ll be even more out of it. More than, you know, the out-of-it generated by welcoming my son into the world.

Monday. :)