Umm.

As it happens, the follow-up to yesterday's shmoo-fest would only be a litany of complaints about post-nap grunge, lower belly pain, itchy skin, a tiny bladder and Ducky's inappropriate love of my cervix. So I'm not going to post tonight, as that would just feel wrong.

It is, by the way, really hard to make maternity leave plans based on the arrival of a wee one who continually refuses to send me her TPS reports birth plan. Screw my birth plan, I'd just like a copy of hers. I have dates in mind now, pending approval, and then I'll have to figure out the grunt work of leaving sufficient leave slips by pay period.

Boyo is pretty.