One woman. One year. Countless distractions.
if you make me laugh hard enough, *I* just might go into labor - which would be ok at this point...
Wow, that one made me snort.
And here I was thinking I was the only one suffering a minor heart attack thinking of you in the driveway!!AM
That really made me mad, how they sent her home so quickly.
I think you should name the baby Lost Umlaut.
Um, maybe I shouldn't mention that my boy was born at home by mistake. Not in the driveway though!
So, I'm not sure whether to be amused or embarrassed that this is a local story for me.Also:"“She was in the crotch of my jogging pants,” he said."I mean, seriously.
Heh. My favourite part of the story is when, after the baby is born and the husband runs into the house to get some towels to wrap her in, his wife gives him shit for bringing out the good ones.
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