I know what you're saying...

I know what you're saying... the timestamp on this post CAN'T be right! Yes, I am up at the crack of ... whatever ... it's early. I'm going to be living out of a suitcase for the next, oh 10 days or so. Which means that if Marriott can live up to their promise of A Room That Works, I'll be posting from the road. First up to San Frantastic for a little business (and little pleasure [wink]) then it's off to the land of giant mouse ears and oppressive humidity to welcome the next generation of my family.

Even though my brother and I made a pact that the family tree would stop with us (really, it should - for the sake of all humanity, it should stop. right. here.) he's gone and done it. My niece is scheduled to be born on Tuesday morning. That kinda freaks me out, that she's scheduled. Just like the phone company, she's got a 4 hour window; "Uh, yeah she should be here sometime between 8-12!"

Okay, so I was induced too (kicking and screaming I might add - and trying to get back in ever since ... bada boom - ching! Thank you, I'm here all week!) But scheduling a birth just seems strange. "Um, could you do it Thursday instead, Tuesday's a little iffy for me, I'm pretty booked up." I can't help but think that we're missing out on the whole "Surprise!" aspect. They know when she'll be born. Obviously they know she's a she. She already has a name. Having never experienced the wonder of child birth firsthand (but I've watched it on TLC,) knowing all this stuff ahead of time is probably a good thing. The kid is HUGE - think 9.5 lbs. Thank god for drugs. Which reminds me, we haven't gotten them a gift yet. What brand of vodka do babies prefer? [thanks steve!]

My mom is slightly stressed out, but she and Joe will be there too. We know how to rally the goddamn troops! My brothers girlfriend (I think they got married and didn't tell anyone, but I can't be sure) already has a 6 year old girl, so he's prepared for being a Daddy, and she's obviously got the whole Mom thing down, I'm just not prepared for the inevitable "Auntie Em" role.

To top it off, I found my first gray hair yesterday. Fuck.