The day began so well – the run/counseling session (we joke) with a good friend, more blue sky, a short work day and even a bit of self-indulgent clothes shopping before picking up Max. And then the call: “This is Sandy at the Birthing Center. We need to schedule your tour and get you per-registered for your upcoming birth!” she said too-cheerfully. I told her I’d already given birth, back in May. What else is there to say, really? I never got back my good day.