We’ve reached the magical point of 5-1-1. That’s the point where Misty’s contractions occur every five minutes and last for a minute, and have done so for at least an hour. We’re off to the hospital, where with any luck we’ll have ourselves a brand new Liza. We told the dealer we wanted the sleeps-through-the-night and colic-free options. The only way we could get those was in a package that included undercoat rust-proofing, but what the hey, you only have a baby once, or perhaps twice, or five to ten times depending on your preferences and choice of birth control.
Wish us luck!