And Baby Makes Four

When it comes to childbirth, the movies and TV are full of lies. In fiction, the mother's water breaks, and the baby is born in the back of a cab, on an elevator, in an apartment, long before the ambulance arrives and typically before the final commercial. In real life, it takes much longer. My wife's water broke at about 12 noon today. It is now a little after 10 PM and we're still waiting for the little bundle of joy to make her grand appearance.

Our first child didn't show up until a little under 36 hours of labor. I pray to all things chiropractic that our next little girl doesn't take anywhere near that long--unless I want to spend the next 18 years sleeping on the couch. We're almost a third of the way there, so I may be in trouble.

10:15 PM EST

And baby makes four

And baby makes four


On Friday, my wife’s obstetrician told her that we could expect the blessed event any day now. Tonight, the Yankees play a do or die Game 5 in Anaheim. Is it wrong to silently hope that my new daughter has the courtesy to not show up until after the final out?

Bronx Bombers

Yankees Rule!
Red Sox Drool!

What more can I say?

A first time for everything

I don't know when it started, but suddenly I was no longer reading the daily newspaper. I guess growing up in New York City spoiled me --so many choices, so much quality. since I no longer watch the nightly news on TV without the internet, I probably -except for ESPN - would be completely cut off from current events. I'm surprised I can't remember when I started reading blogs and even more surprised that this is the first time that I've taken a hand (an actual left hand since I'm using my trusty Toshiba Tablet PC) at writing a blog. Now that I see it's this easy, I will be back. Heck, maybe I'll even post some short stories for the public's consumption.