No Christmas Eve baby, no Christmas baby, no New Years Eve baby and, for now, no New Years baby. That also means no tax break--oh well, no big deal. We are now approaching the original due date which means I need to go back to work tomorrow and wonder each time Amy calls, if baby is on his way.
Due date is in 5.5 days, or 476,325 seconds.
We have not yet caught the mouse, which either means he died of fright from me chasing him and will smell inside our walls, or that he is still loose in our garage, or that he packed his bags and went out in the snow and ice to live where all mice should: outside (highly doubtful).