And the call has come in. Buddy and Brianna are on their way to the hospital. It's a hour and a half drive, so I'm a bit nervous about that. The weather stinks, so I'm nervous about that too. But there is a baby on the way. We'll meet William very shortly. January 12th is a good birthday, don't you think?
Late Edit: William decided that January 12th was not a good birthday after all. Good test drive, I suppose.