This is my friend Sage. She is super-pregnant with her and her wife Emily's first baby. This baby was conceived during the summer Olympics when there was lots of swimming being done by a very famous American. And, babies swim. And, they didn't want their kid's prenatal name to be Peanut or Ishy-Squishy or Cletus the Fetus (they actually have friends who used that moniker for their baby before the baby was born). So Sage and Emily's baby is called Phelps.
Phelps was scheduled to arrive on May 5. Cinco de Mayo! What a fun day to have a baby. We all could have worn sombreros in the delivery room instead of our Team Phelps shirts (pictures to follow). But no, Phelps did not arrive on that day. Five days later, Phelps is still not here. We are all waiting (not so) patiently. Last night sitting on the deck watching the sunset and enjoying a dinner of grilled lamb with vegetables, green salad, orange-basil corn on the cob, and red wine Sage tried to explain to Phelps that it is nice out here and we are looking forward to meeting her/him. No luck. No Phelps.
As you can see from the photograph, this womb's expiration date was May 5. Come on Phelps! Pack it up, let's go.
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