We left Evelyn with N.’s parents over the weekend and drove to Dallas/Fort Worth for the wedding of Daniel Larsen, N.’s college roommate. Gorgeous wedding — two million billion orange orchids. So many, in fact, that I had nightmares about orchids overrunning the city, spouting up the toilet bowls, kitchen sinks, refrigerators, human veins, and cracks in the pavement. Stayed in the old Hotel Texas, the hotel where JFK and his wife spent the night before he was assassinated.

Had very consistent and erratic contractions Friday night at the groom’s dinner, so we went back to the hotel suite to attempt to ascertain exactly what was happening. Three to five minute contractions with ten to twenty seconds in-between? Ended up making a trip to the maternity ward for observation. Monitors showed that the Baby That Is Not Evelyn was fine. The perinatalogist gave me a magic pill that made contractions subside and sent us back to the hotel with sleeping pills and instructions to return if anything got worse.

Very happy to have made it back to Florida before the birth. Would hate to be stuck in Texas for a couple months. Would miss The Baby That Isn’t This Baby (which would be Evelyn) an unworkable amount.

Evelyn started crawling and getting herself into a sitting position while we were away! We also found out that she refers to me as Doe or Deux. (I’m really hoping she’s not spelling it Doh or Dough…)

Now I just have to figure out a way to last another couple weeks…

Right now Evelyn and her father are taking an evening constitutional. The rest is nice.