D-Day +2...almost three.

How does that Celine Dion song go? Something like, "It's all coming back...it's all coming back to me nooooowww."

Yep, it's all coming back. I've been sitting in my room timing my contractions for the past three hours. It's amazing how after six short years you forget the dynamite-like pain that goes off in your pelvis right before your insides become a part of the outsides giving forth to a new life in the world. It's a beautiful thing isn't it?

Looks like tonight will be the night or perhaps in the morning. Sometime soon lets hope because I don't want this to go on forever. I was just getting used to having this large front side too. Oh well. So what am doing except sitting up blogging of course? Nothing else to do. My husband says I have set up communication headquarters on my side of the bed with my blogging, texting, and iPod contraction timer all going at the same time. What can I say? I would sleep except every 5 to 8 minutes I'm awakened by pain.

Anyway, I'm excited to meet this guy. As far as why women have babies in the first place is beyond me. And especially why they do it without an epidural. I asked BoySmile to bring home an epidural for me to just get me started here, but he didn't think the hospital would be okay with that. Too bad. We could have just done all of this at home in the kiddy pool in the middle of the living room. (Again, why do people do that? I'm not going to be judgmental, but you do know that you have to wash all of that when you are done right? Ew.)

I guess that is all for now. I'm off to expand the population of the world.