Fourth false alarm.

I received word from the Much Better Half yesterday afternoon, as I stood in line at the overcrowded supermarket, getting the groceries for the next two weeks. That was exciting. I hustled home, we threw the perishables in the fridge/freezer, and sprinted to the hospital.

Verdict after two hours: nope. He's still firmly anchored. Plus, no inductions before 38 weeks.

So we trekked back to the Siekierskis, who had again, with banzai charge courage, taken in and fed our three on a moment's notice. Many, many thanks once again.

Then we headed home, beating the winter storm ("near blizzard conditions") which has, to the moment, dumped about 8" and looks to plop another 3 or so before all's said and done.

So, of course, Louis is going to insist on being born today. Which wouldn't be a bad thing at all.

Thanks for all the good wishes and prayers. Appearances here will be sporadic, as you can well understand.