C'mon Little Llama #4!

Little Llama #4 is getting ready to make his/her appearance into the world.

In case you're confused, the Llama-ettes are Robbo's girls and I'm dubbing Steve-o's kids as the "Little Llamas" because I don't like the moniker "Llama 4.0" for their latest addition. What's he gonna do? Call the eldest Llama 1.0? I don't think so. Steve's gonna give the poor thing a complex. Daddy, am I obsolete because I'm version 1.0? Was I full of bugs when I was born because I'm version 1.0? Nope. That would be bad.

And, of course, I'm also renaming the kids because I'm on a power trip today.

Anyway...

{...}We were timing contractions last night but it turned out to be a false alarm. I'm at work today but am actually carrying a (turned on) cell phone, so you know things are serious....

Say a Hail Mary that this kid comes forth soon. Seems like this is the second case of false labor Mrs. Llamabutcher has had to endure. While I've never borne a child of my own, well, I have a feeling that the false labor would piss me off to high heaven. My sisters have frequently spouted forth about their feelings when they were due, and while each sister's complaints were different in the specifics, there was one overwhelming theme to their whining: GET THIS KID OUT OF ME!

I can only imagine that Mrs. Llamabutcher feels the same way. Poor thing. I sincerely hope the littlest llama makes their grand entrance soon.

Posted by Kathy at January 21, 2005 01:42 PM