3 to go

(In all the hoopla about Lance, nobody seems to remember Greg. Sure he didn't have cancer, and had that frenchy last name, but he was still the first great American rider in the tour. Not to mention the best ever win over Lauren Fignon, coming from behind to win by only 8 seconds. Next week we'll go back to Lance, but this one's for you Greg)

We are now in the black. Officially, if the baby is born today, right now as I type this, she will not be considered premature. She's just getting bigger, which while that might mean more work for Corrie during labor, also means she'll sleep better the bigger she is. Putting me in the odd position of recognizing the more pain Corrie goes through the better I will sleep in the next few months. Doesn't seem fair.

We now have more clothes than she will ever wear, right up through the first year, regardless of how big or small she turns out to be. We're also in February, which puts her birthday safely past the Christmas Holiday season.

Cell phone is always charged and on my desk. Car will never be less than half full of gas. The only questions that remains is will she be an Aquarius (before the 18th) or a Pisces (after the 18th). Personally I couldn't care less, but couldn't resist injecting some suspense into the equation. Feel free to place side bets amongst yourselves.