Still no baby
beaz and Melinda raced to the hospital around one this morning. Mom and Beaz sent me text messages at about the same time letting me know. Boy, that was fun: searching for my the TARDIS whooshing noise amongst the unpacking debris I'd left scattered on my dresser. Mom texted again around seven to say that not much was going on. She and Pete went home to catch a nap a few hours ago. Daddy's in the waiting room and called me to let me know that Melinda's getting loaded up with pain meds. Mimi's been asking me for suggestions on how to be an aunt. That tickles me.