Last night I had a woman in my house who is less than a week away from her due date, with her second child. Some other factors working against
me her include:
1. Barometric Pressure. It's not a myth that the number of women who go into labor on the night of a thunderstorm makes for a staggering statistic. Last night we got the worst of our monsoon. It was great for setting the mood for our game of Clue, but not so great for keeping babies where they need to stay until their scheduled c-section (on the best birthday ever, 9/9/09, by the way).
2. Location. We live half an hour from her hospital.
3. Hard chairs. Our chairs aren't comfortable even a little bit. If I were her, I would have gone in labor just to have a good excuse for standing up.
4. Laughing. We did it a lot, and every time she did it, I worried it would shake something loose. (Don't worry, that link intentionally does not include a picture). I purposely toned down my hilarity for her sake.
5. Luck. I don't haz it.
I didn't WANT my guests to leave last night, because they are some of the funniest people I know, and I wouldn't mind if they all just moved in permanently, but I still breathed a sigh of relief when they closed the door, and the amniotic fluid was no longer my concern.
Thanks Sarah, for keeping it all in.