I'm sitting at work, around 3:45 p.m. Lauren is 4 days past the due date. Phone rings, and as I pick it up, I notice that the caller ID is our home number.
"Hi, it's Lauren. You better come home."
Woo!
"Yeah, the dogs got into a fight, and we have to take Brodie to the vet. He lost some teeth."
D'oh!
Two hours later and dog #1 is at the vet for an overnight stay, and I learn my credit card is going to be about $200 heavier. Oh, and still no baby.
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