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epidural is go!

Greetings from Swedish.

Labor is on!

Epidural is in.

Mimi is feeling fine. Philip is feeling fine. Baby is feeling fine. It's
like a freaking picnic over here.

More later!

Comments

Anonymous said…
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!!!!!!!

Come out, baby!

xoxo
g.
Jess said…
glad all was going well at 2:21 PM! Your dog must sense the incoming change, because she made a chew toy out of your coffee! I'm heading over there to keep her caffeinated self company while she awaits the sibling.
Anonymous said…
Yeah! Go you! Hang in there.
Anonymous said…
That was Michelle...blogger is being tempermental. Hope you've got a baby by now!
Heather said…
GO Baby GO (or is it come baby come???) We're cheering for you!!!
Heather and Peter
Peter said…
Baby, baby, baby...

Ok, I don't know who these people are, but it's the only hit on YouTube when you search for "Baby Maltby Shire". Wait a minute...shouldn't YTN be doing that show this summer?
Anonymous said…
23 April birthdays: Billy Shakespeare, President Buchanan, Nabokov, Shirley Temple, Roy Orbison, The Fall Guy, Joyce DeWitt (if he/she were born yesterday, fear not--Eddie Albert, Aaron Spelling, and Cincinnati's own Peter Frampton all came alive then).
-(uncle) daniel
Jess said…
Adding on to Daniel's list of 22 April birthdays: Lenin, Queen Isabella I of Spain, Charlotte Rae (Mrs. Garrett from 'The Facts of Life!'), Charles Mingus, Betty Page, and Jack Nicholson. Some excellent company for Yuki!
Anonymous said…
also cousin laurie's dad's birthday

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