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[kiplet]

Oh, hey, did I mention we're having a baby? Like, right now? -I mean, Jenn is, anyway. I'm helping as I can. (Twitters for those who tweet: herself; myself.)

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[kiplet]

I'm feelin' fine, so far. (Oh! Um. Herself, too, so far. She's walking about with her IV stand at the moment, but Dylan had to open the packet of gummi bears for her.)

[gimcrackery]

HOLY SHIT.

Also: Twittering labor? You web/art people live in the future.

Congratulations, sir, and I hope it isn't unutterably painful in any register of the phrase.

[kiplet]

Dylan's also providing backup at the moment. We're all sitting around in a hospital suite typing on laptops. -Wish I could hook into the fetal monitor feed as a dashboard widget or something...

[kiplet]

Luck (he said, impishly) is not a factor. (Wood knocked, fingers crossed, salt chucked, no backsies.)

[smccloud]

Go, Baby, Go!!

[kiplet]

Shake them pom-poms!

[kayjkay]

Best of luck! May it be an easy, uncomplicated birth :)

[kiplet]

So far, so good...