Well, looks like it’ll be a Charlie Brown Christmas after all. Doctor wants me off my feet as much as possible and not doing anything that’s not necessary. Apparently she doesn’t consider baking an Italian Cream cake necessary. I told her I’ve got company coming. She said, “Good, then they can take care of you. You’re carrying precious cargo that you worked darned hard to get.” Fortunately presents are all bought and wrapped, but the house is a mess, and I haven’t cooked anything yet. But when your doctor looks like Janine Turner and acts like Hillary Clinton you do what she says and nobody gets hurt.