It's hard to think of anything to write when your brain is on hold for the biggest event of your life so far.

Contractions come sporadically, but with increasing intensity. Sed labors ever harder to stand, to walk, to sleep comfortably. She's ready to be done, but not just yet -- the baby shower is this weekend. Sed's sure that Margarita will pre-empt or interrupt it, but she'll be fighting with all her stubbornness to enjoy herself.

For now, my excitement level has topped out. I can only handle so much anticipation. When my daughter arrives, though, surely it'll shoot right up, higher than I can even picture.