Baby Day?

That's a probably. When Lyndsay, my second oldest daughter, dropped her three kids off at 7:30 this morning, she told me she was on her way to the ER with contractions 5 minutes apart. We're used to false alarms with her, so as she left, I told her, "If you can walk and talk, you aren't in labor." I guess I was wrong. She called about 3 hours ago to let us know she was on her way to get the epidural. The doctor (who also delivered my youngest almost 20 years ago) said it was time, even though it's a month early.

So now we wait.

Updates will be forthcoming.