2:36 p.m. has passed, and I didn't get a call from Dana. I guess Landon is holding out as long as he can. I told Dana that I chose October 1, 2:36 p.m., 7 pounds 13 ounces. All those numbers just popped in my head, so I ran with it.
I can't wait for him to be born! I think we're all very anxious to see what he looks like. Will he have a head full of hair? Will he be a baldy?
If he doesn't come on his own in the next couple of days, Dana is being induced on October 5 — her 26th birthday. What are the odds of getting a baby for your birthday?
Now I just can't wait until Thanksgiving, when I can hold him and smell him. I love baby smell.
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