The wife made a valiant fight to 4 centimeters, but the exhaustion was overtaking her and she gladly accepted our nurse's offer for an epidural when it looked like she might literally pass out due to the frequency and power of the contractions. My eyes are slightly itchy from the dryness of air conditioning in the room, so I guess everyone had to deal with some physical adversity today. Gosh, so dry.
So now it's just more waiting. If I were a betting man I would wager that little man should be arriving late into the night tonight or early tomorrow morning. If you know about my betting histoey, which always ends the same way, me buying some dumbass friend a burrito for losing my can't miss wager, then you take my prognostication with a proverbial grain of salt.
Allso, if you are planning on sending something to the hospital, no baloons please. Not because of my completely rational fear of inflated latex in enclosed areas, but because the hospital won't allow any balloons due to latex allergies.
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I can't wait to meet my nephew!
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