Fingers Crossed Tightly
My pilot brother and his girlfriend are getting their first baby birthed as I write! The little bugger is breech, so he's being delivered surgically. That stubborn breechedness makes sense--his dad is a butthead.
I am thinking good thoughts and happy thoughts for them. Good thoughts and happy thoughts. None of those crappy cynical thoughts about what me and so many of my friends know can go wrong. This is their first. They expect nothing less than a perfect little squiggler, and please oh please heavens above I hope that is what they get.