Le Weekend

Sunday morning now and we're just 48 hours from Kelly's due date. Since the last appointment with Karen (the midwife), Kelly has been trying to rest and relax, which contravenes all of her innate tendencies. With her mother now in town, there are two people to take care of tasks around the house, leaving the mother-to-be to her various thankyou cards, reading, and learning new card games (such as 16-card mini-Pai Gow).

Yesterday, we had lunch with Jerry and Lisa Sorkin and their two kids, Emma and Claire (who you may recall were flower girls in the much-acclaimed production "Kelly and Mick Get Married").

While the adults imparted lots of great advice, and generously donated books, outfits, and toys to us, the kids entertained the guests with Michigan fight songs, flashing blue ice cubes, and stories of summer camp. As I later found out, Kelly went to camp until she was 17.

Preparations for the hospital are largely completed. The bags are packed and the jeep has a full tank of gas (although, with the hospital being just a mile away, we could probably walk there). Shergar has begun to get her bag ready; so far it only includes a bone.

Finally, for the music-lovers among you, Kelly has found that the best way to encourage the baby to move around is placing headphones on her stomach and blasting a mix of Metallica, Chemical Brothers, and the Prodigy. It would seem that this child likes drum and bass as much as its father.