So I made a cross-town drive to the office to find my adapter. Didn't find it at the office, so I went to drive to the house - found out my radiator had leaked all of its coolant leaving me with a hot-running engine, had to stop at a gas station for some water to refill it, then trekked to the house to drop off the car, find my adapter, and bring the wife's car back instead.
No adapter. But I am now driving the wife's car.
The adapter, of course, had somehow wedged its way into the smallest of small pockets in the tiniest of tiny openings in my laptop case. It was at the hospital with me the whole time.
But at least I found out I need some radiator work done.
Oh, and yes, Fiona's photos are up. A few of them anyway. I'll spare you the "pull the baby out feet first" c-section ones - or charge you for them, one or the other.