I WILL Have the Baby Tomorrow!

I just got off the phone with my sister, and she thinks that the news of some actual progress towards going into labor is entirely due to her. See, she remembered something she'd read in David Sedaris' Me Talk Pretty One Day, and put it into practice. If I'm remembering the essay correctly, when David met his boyfriend Hugh for the first time, he was very taken with him in a sort of "I have to have him, he's mine" sort of way. Anyhow, his method for ensuring that this happened was to announce, dramatically, in the fashion of a soap opera actor, "Hugh WILL be my boyfriend!" And, it worked!

So, yesterday, Katy tried it out, with her cats as an audience: "Liz WILL have the baby on Thursday!" And now, today, we got good news!

So now, of course, I feel like I have to try this, but am a little afraid the dogs are going to look at me like I'm on crack or something. Not that I care what the dogs think--they eat out of the cat pan, given the opportunity. Still, I do tend to be reserved and have some problems unleashing my silly side at times. Sam's good for that, bringing out a person's silly side. Maybe I'll wait until he gets home and then try it out.

And, if any of you want to give it a shot, please do! Remember, THURSDAY.

UPDATE: I left out the most important part, as Katy pointed out in her comment. When you make your declaration, you have to be sure to shake your fist at the same time. Think Scarlett O'Hara in Gone with the Wind ("As God is my witness, I will never go hungry again!").