It was January 4, 2005. I was 9 months pregnant. Dave, benevolent, caring man that he is, accompanied eveodestruction to my place of work to deliver my rather late birthday present (including the fabulous "Nope. Just fat." t-shirt). It was a short visit, but wonderful nonetheless. I basked in the Dave afterglow, and even forgot about the foot wedged under my ribs.
24 hours later, I started having contractions and by the evening of the 5th, I was definitely in labor. Leif was born the next morning.
I didn't realize it then, but I believe now that Dave was directly responsible for me having the baby when I did. He might have stayed in there forever, had I not seen Dave that day. Obviously, Leif sensed Dave's presence and decided the world was OK after all.
So, hey Dave, if you ever read this -- thanks! I couldn't have done it without you.