It's Monday morning, and Angela is in Labor and Delivery, going through all of the things that women go through preparatory to giving birth.

Meantime, little Jackson David Puckett (that's the last name that I've heard) is sitting inside under rather crowded conditions, awaiting his release.

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Ethel is already at the hospital - she can't get back to the L&D rooms, because she can't reach Floyd on his cellphone to come let her in.

I...am at the office, getting some work done :)

I'm actually the only one of the bunch that's ever really been through this whole thing, since Ethel slept through Silas' delivery (emergency C-section). Thus, I'm the calmest, and I'm also the one that is most aware of just how long and drawn out these sorts of things can be.

And I'd rather do my waiting at the office than in the waiting room at the hospital :) Here I can get work done, I've got all of my normal this-and-thats around me, and for all I know I could finish out a full workday, and they'll still be sitting down at the hospital waiting on the Big Event.

That's one thing that is still rather barbaric about the whole birth thing - you just can't get these girls to commit to a schedule.

I have to admit that I hope that little Jackson does make an appearance at a reasonable hour, but babies tend to arrive with their own timing, and it often seems to be extremely nocturnal - and, doggone it, I'm too old for nocturnal :)

By tomorrow there should be a posting with a photograph of Jackson, as opposed to an ultrasound (unless he's too ugly for cameras). Watch this space!

(N.B. - yes, for those who are wondering, I am indeed aware that Alabama is now #1 in all of the polls and the BCS standings. It's unimportant. To paraphase St. Nick, "....if you could tell me who was #1 in the polls at week 10 LAST year, then maybe it would mean something." There's a lot of football left to play).