Fortunately for fans everywhere, writer Michael Lewis and his wife Tabitha Soren decided to have a third kid. And fortunately, Slate decides a five year gap in Lewis's Dad Again column needs even less explanation than that season of Dallas, which turned out to be Pamela's bad dream:
I had just pressed a second pillow hard over my head to mute the alarm—it sounded as if it might be coming from the painkiller pump—and was very nearly asleep, when I heard a new voice. "You're 10 centimeters," it said.A great read. Definitely don't miss his account of The Mirror.
The last time they'd brought the chains out onto the field, they'd measured her at a mere 4 centimeters. Ten was clearly forward progress, but it had been nearly five years, and I couldn't recall how many centimeters there were in a first down. I rose on the couch, and in the unnaturally bright tone of a man pretending he hasn't just been asleep, asked, "So … how many more centimeters we got to go?" That's when I noticed we had a new doctor. She looked at me strangely. "Ten centimeters means the baby's coming," she said.
Giving Birth in Berkeley: The father's perspective. [slate via jj daddy-o]