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contraction. and another. and another... and they are finally consistent. After four days of random contractions, trampoline jumping, lots of spicy food, hot tub, hot shower, cold shower, massage, 18 holes of golf, walked curbs, ran yesterday, put in about 10 miles of walking, and none of those stinking wife's tales work. But now the moment is finally here. We're in the hospital, dilated to a four. Left the house somewhere between four and five this morning. The stakes in Vegas are currently 12:1 for bets on girl:boy. Details will be posted, and if we are lucky a picture also, a little bit later. Also, Melissa would prefer to have a day or so to recover before visits or lengthy phone calls, seeing that she only was able to sleep two hours last night. Thanks!