All Quiet on the Eastern Front

There were a few hours last night where I thought I might be having some early stage contractions, but they stopped around 4 a.m. and haven't come back. Maybe it was just the turkey chili Chris made for dinner. Tender Buttons reminded me that I definitely don't want to go into labor on Superbowl Sunday else my doctor will be drunk. Good point.

I finished programming No Tell up until March 25, just waiting for the last poet to approve the galleys. Molly and I are still going through many of the December and January submissions.

Chris is reading the instructions on how to install the baby car seats. He suggested I walk on treadmill for an hour today to speed things along. I made a few suggestions to him.