It's out!

The aforementioned fetus was born last night.
Each time I talked to the now-grandmother, she told me of how the doctor pushed up the due date. First it was July, then June, then May. It was born last night, about 2 weeks after the now-grandparents found out. Apparently the nearly-15 year old mother's blood pressure spiked & they did an emergency caesarean section.
It's a boy. The grandma wanted a girl. . . oh well. . .

I am not going to Hungary next October, at least not at the Omidiyars' expense. It is now safe to resume hating The E-Bay.

And my really hot financial advisor sent me a birthday card. He signed it with a heart and a smily face. I have given myself permission to read way too much into it.

And something not link-ridden:
I spent about a half an hour yesterday trying to convince a coworker that Filipinos do not eat babies. He said he saw something on the news years ago when he lived in Saudi Arabia that said that Filipina nannies regularly ate their charges. It was a frustrating conversation - he was completely unwilling to budge from his absurd position.