Imminent Arrival

Erin on the right with an equally preg cousin

Baby Shower on the back porch

Jen’s sister Erin (AKA Saint Erin of the Neck) is mega preggers, which I may have mentioned already, and is now a week overdue. Our running joke is that OF COURSE Erin’s late -- Erin’s always late for everything. One of the things you can count on in this life.

And then we grin madly though our worries about her.

Erin and PJ (husband, dude responsible for Erin’s pregatudeness and most fab IT guy EVA!) will head into Mass General later this morning where her good obstetrician will induce. I feel like that word ought to be preceded by heavy, ominous music but no. Everything is truly OK -- il bambino’s just a mite too comfortable where he’s at and needs a wee nudge to start the journey into this world.

Poor kid. I can totally understand the reticence.

Baby Love -- The Supremes