Aunty called this morning, 530 AM.

She's having contractions!! I can't sleep. Run to class, take test, run to Grandma's house, make sure Paige is okay, run to Arcadia Methodist Hospital, have baby (not me, mi tia) teehee, come home.

Before my aunty says bye, she tells me, "Good luck on your test today." I say, "Que la! GL on my test? Good luck poppin' the baby outta you!"