Apparently Laura dreams of Indian food. And upon waking from said curry dreams, she must fulfill the hole left in her belly with as much basmati as she can fit on her plate. So, just like we did on Friday, today we headed out to Scranton after her appointment to knosh on samosas and makhani. But you won't hear me complaining.
In other news, she' 3cm dilated. Seven to go. The midwife used the term "silent birth". I said, "let's hope so". At this point it looks like this guy will not be a January baby, but I say that with a no intelligent basis on fact or academia. It's the tandoori talking.
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