Forty years ago today, I was sixteen days overdue with my second child. I was still working half days and in the midst of work, a tenth month of pregnancy and a very active 3.5 year old… I managed to whip up a batch of Christmas sweets each day after Thanksgiving. I’d been “nesting” for weeks and having delivered an eleven pound baby boy my last pregnancy (who was 16 days overdue) I was more than ready to get this show on the road. My OB however, had scheduled a ski trip over Thanksgiving and his parting words from my week overdue appointment were “Good luck, unless I see you when I get back, but I highly doubt it.” Don’t doubt a Clouse baby. It had been 22 months since my Dad passed away. I had actually hoped the baby would be born on his birthday which was November 30 (due date 11/15). If it was a boy, we would (middle) name him after my Dad. I’d had Braxton Hicks contractions since a week before my due date and the evening of the 29th, we went to the hospital (I didn’t c...