I guess everyone knows this, but Edith is scheduled to show up on the 31st. We saw the doctor on Tuesday, and she scheduled it for us. Chelsey is going in on the 30th, and she's getting induced the following morning. We are so excited.
It's funny how all the dread about being a parent melts away when faced with the fact that Edith is showing up on a concrete date. I told a co-worker today that I'm so fired up, I plan on going in shirtless and oiled up. Not sure how that would help, but that's how excited I am. We both agreed I'd most likely be asked to leave. So I'm not going to do that after all.
Also, because God hates us for not naming Edith after a saint, my car's muffler appears to have a hole in it due to rust. The Versa sounds like some Asian kids souped up Honda. It's embarrassing. This happy little incident helped us learn that our car is no longer under the super-warranty we have enjoyed since we bought it. Now it's just under a powertrain warranty. Thanks for that too God. Now that I think about it, we did name the dog after a Saint.
So we have to pay for that. And Deuce has a kidney stone so we may have to pay for that too. But who cares? I got a big fat promotion this week. Well, it actually doesn't go through until January, but still.
King Edith is going to be so rich.