is not going to be me today, I hope. Mom had the bright idea that picking up an afternoon bartending shift "as a favor to a friend" at her restaurant down the street would be a good idea. Her rationale is that she is bored out of her mind around the house and either she stays here and strangles dad or goes to work and makes some money while waiting on me. I would like to meet my dad soon so I guess she made the wiser choice. If this amniotic sac breaks while she is shaking up a dirty martini, someone might loose a few points on their restaurant sanitation grade. As the saying goes, shake a martini, don't shake a baby. I think that applies more out of the womb than in. Either way, I am pretty protected in here from harm. A little jolt from an afternoon of mom's restaurant labor might actually spark her labor. Dad thinks I will come tomorrow though my due date is not for 6 more days...only I hold the answer to that question!
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