Stephen and I were sent to the hospital today to get fancy pants testing done on the baby to make sure she's doing okay, since I'm 41 weeks. A lot of people don't like hospitals, but there is something about the 3rd floor of NWH that I find comforting. Baby checked out perfect - now if we could just convince her to vacate her current digs in the next 5 days. We're out of ideas...
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