Although I made it a goal to not be on campus more than once a week during my classless summer (I'm not taking classes--I still have class), I find myself here for the second time this week. The wife is walking up and down the longest staircase we can find hoping to trip whatever wire that sets the contractions off. I, however, will not join her in this back-and-forth trek. I am trying not to induce labor for myself.
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Wuss. The truth is you're lazy and out of shape. . .but I love you for at least walking to the stairs with me.
~The wife
Ya know, one of my first memories of you Coop is running up & down the bleachers at L.O. in prep for soccer. What happened? Can't even escort your wife up and down stairs?
Way to let the woman do it on her own.
No baby yet, eh?
Gertrude is also a good name, by the way.
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