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I've been instructed to post pictures of the diaper bag. Julie's team at work bought her a gift card to an online bag-making site called 1154 Lill Studio This is the diaper bag she designed. Cool, huh? It's a one-of-a-kind diaper bag. Aren't you jealous? Okay fine, I don't really get it. I'll probably use a Cub Foods bag when I go out with the baby. But you should've seen Julie preen with this bag.


She's going to be a stylin' mom. Every time someone asks her about the diaper bag, she'll have a story. That's a mirror she's looking at, a woman approaching her 41st week of pregnancy, liking what she sees.


Women are confusing creatures. Really, I'm jealous I didn't think of this designer diaper bag idea myself.

Well, I think we're ready for tomorrow. I hope I can keep my cold at bay. It crept up on me on Sunday, and I've been fighting the good fight ever since. I've been taking vitamin-C supplements and Day-Quil, sipping hot tea laced with honey, and chugging gallons of water. Damn it anyway! I'll wear the SARS mask in the delivery room if I have to, but I don't think it'll be necessary. I think this cold is retreating. It is no match for me.

As I type this, Julie is playing Shaun White Snowboarding on the Wii. That's right: she's on the balance board, shredding down a mountain and swearing every time her avatar wipes out. I'd post a picture, but she's wearing pink pajama pants with bunnies on them, and I don't have a death wish.

There's a gigantic page in the book of our life, and it's standing straight up, teetering, and soon it will tip left and land on the pages that preceded it. It's best to pause and appreciate moments like these and acknowledge that they don't come around too often.

But enough of that. Since we're not parents yet, I think it's best that I go play some video games with my wife.