Induction

Well, the baby's not here yet, but that didn't stop my wife from getting me my first Father's Day card, the front of which is pictured at the right.

The title of this post is the medical term, not the epistemological one. This morning, Mrs. Van Horn and I are heading off with our bags to the hospital where, some time between today and Wednesday, we should finally meet the baby girl we've been preparing for over the past few months.

An email that I received yesterday from an old friend sums things up pretty well for me:

I can't even begin to imagine the range of simultaneous emotions you must be going through - from incredible excitement to downright nervousness.

Exactly.

Along with that, the amount of time and energy I'll have to deal with other things while we're there sounds like it could lie in a range anywhere from essentially none to too much, based on what we have learned in classes, and what friends and relatives have told us. Oh, and the stay itself can range anywhere from two days to about a week.

So, to play it safe, I'm assuming that I'll be too preoccupied to post, moderate comments, or answer email for about a week; I'll consider anything more than that as gravy.

Thanks for stopping by, and I'll see you in about a week! (Of course, how regularly that will be over the first few months of my daughter's life is a whole other question...)

-- CAV