She sent out an email last Monday advising she had entered the hospital to have labor induced. After that, no word. After a week of Schroedinger’s fetus, I called last night.
A healthy (but loud, judging from the screaming in the background) boy born July 30 after 36 hours of labor, 8 pounds and something, Luccio Octavio (the dad’s Italian, what are ya gonna do?). She’s saying they’re going to nickname him Louie or Lou, but I’m going to push for Luke.
No no no, Lucio Ottavio 
Congratulations!
36 hours of labor!!!111!!!
I like the name.
Could just call him " 8".
Because he’s not so hot?
Wishing them a lifetime of joy and happiness.
Cool hand, man. 
Congratulations to your friend!
I’m meeting the baby tonight at dinner (not his I hope, ew boobies). I remain conflicted about the child. I don’t like them and am afraid I won’t like this one either and that it will negatively affect my friendship with his mother. Not to mention the general disruption that adding a baby to any set of relationships is going to engender.
Babies are cool. I love to watch the way newborns move. They smell awesome. A screamer isn’t much fun, but most of them get over that. You might change your mind about the little tyke since it is the spawn of your best friend.
So I met the kid, and he seems all right. Not much of a conversationalist though.
His mom says she likes her cat better than she likes him, which is encouraging.
Apparently “Luccio” means “pike” as in the fish, and “Luc” means “swamp,” so I’m calling him “Swampy.” His mother thinks that’s hilarious.