Well, we've reached Christmas Eve and have still yet to meet Paisley.
When my family got together at Thanksgiving, everyone was picking dates for the birth. Mine was Christmas Eve. I figured that has to be the most inconvenient day to have it happen. First, you're going to be stuck in the hospital on both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Second, it's going to mess up Santa duties and that entire situation at home. And third, you're going to have a Christmas Eve birthday party every year from now on.
Update: just went to the doc. No change. May not make it today after all.
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