Perhaps the thing I am most proud of in the short history of this blog, is what happened today: I foreshadowed my own life. Ok, admittedly, I am again taking liberties with my word usage, but my post this morning definitely foreshadowed a conversation I had at lunch with co-workers.

The topic had turned to baby and whether I had tried Chinese food to hasten the onset of labor. They obviously hadn’t been reading the blog.

“Yup,” I replied. “Last night I even tried scaring her into labor.”

What happened next? Well, in as few words as possible, my co-workers rehashed my fake scaring of my wife (mask, chainsaw, severed head) from this morning’s post without me getting in a word edge wise. At least, that’s how I remember the conversation. One of my co-workers told me he read the post and the similarities were, well… not astounding…but… ah, geeze… similar.

I foreshadowed! Foreshadowed! Did I mention that none of them had read my blog before lunch or even knew it existed? Fine, don’t be impressed.