The most entertaining thing to do, apparently, is to put me in a high-stress situation and watch me unravel in all my neurotic gloriousness. Today, the phone lines went down around Bellingham and I freaked. My wife had a doctor's appointment today so I was curious as to what was going on.

The news was slightly disappointing, but not bad by any means. She's basically still the same as she was last week -- no physical signs of the body getting any more ready for the baby. So, Saturday or Sunday will likely be Alex's birthday after all.

Sigh.