Today is the day. For 10 more minutes. Yet no signs of labor from the wife and mother-to-be. That's OK. We'll take whatever day it is finally ready (but the 16th is Meghan's birthday and she isn't terribly keen on sharing). I am getting darn anxious to meet our little baby! Like giddy anxious. Then I remember there are poopy diapers involved and my excitedness goes down a little... for a few minutes. I've been feeding Meghan spicy food, but apparently baby Wilker loves spicy food as it seems to have no effect (this is good - we love spicy food). Walking just isn't comfortable for Meghan so I've been trying to convince her to just run up and down the stairs a whole bunch. No go. I've already got the baby seat installed in my car and Meghan's bag is packed. Snacks are ready. iPods are charged. Doula is on-call. Just waiting for baby to show up!