Unless you are a deconstructionist, in which case the overt lack or non-representation of babies in this picture SUGGESTS babies, nearly SCREAMS “BAAAYYYBIES!”

Yoshiko is feeling fine and Gregory is developing normally and there are no red flags, so they will be leaving the hospital tomorrow and going to stay with her mother for a while, as is the custom. Yoshiko said she and the other three mothers who are leaving tomorrow will wait until afternoon to check out, as that means they will each get to have one more fancy lunch. It’s been a while since I lived as a bachelor, as I have the past few days. I better do some laundry soon, or I’m going to have to get really creative. Also I have to clean up all the damage I did crashing through the house after the nurse said on the phone, “Get over here fast. She’s going to have her baby tonight.” I was expecting her to tell me it was false labor. That’ll teach me to rely on half-remembered I Love Lucy episodes for childbirth education. I spilled a double espresso on the tatami, I cut myself in two places, reminiscent of the Great Hanshin Earthquake, when my bicycle was tipping alternately to the left and right walls of my narrow apartment hallway (I kept it inside in my single days), and I cut my leg while fighting past the bike to get to the front door and get out in case the building collapsed.