For those of you who know him, DogDoc is currently on pins and needles waiting for the arrival of his first offspring. Contrary to popular belief, despite the fact that both parents are veterinarians, they have not made a pile of sweaters in the closet to prepare for the birthing.
In fact, RUABelle and I had made it all the way to Sewanee and had one bottle of wine down when we got the phone call that they were on the way to the hospital. We had a wonderful visit with them last night, and were fortunate enough to arrive right after the epidural had been administered, so everybody was in great sprits. As of 9:00 am CST, still no baby; but we’re within a few hours. We’re all extremely excited!
The baby’s gender is still unknown, and they haven’t settled on a (or two) name yet. There is an extra layer of expectation as we all wait for these surprises to be revealed. After months of complaining that we didn’t know whether to buy a tiny Alabama football jersey or a tiny Duke cheerleader uniform, I’ve decided that they did absolutely the right thing by maintaining one of the only mysteries left in our over-informed society.
But about the name…I figured I would pitch in my suggestion based on the old Native American tradition of naming a newborn baby after something observed in nature at the time of the birth.
I propose…Smokey Manhole.
Good Reason#47 why CeeElCee is childless.