Well Liz came in to check Jen shortly after my last post. She was 2.5cm dilated and Liz decided enough is enough. The anesthiaologist came in sounding and kinda looking a heck of alot like Borat from the Ali G show. “I like you. Do you like me?” We do now. Jen just had a contraction that she didn’t feel! Awesome!

And who knew that the table that I had turned into a rolling media center with Mac, ipod and shitty cellphone hid the epidural funhouse? Yup, all those goodies were right there. Of course we all had to wear those hair covering and masks. April had an Red Sox one that I tried to pry from her with cash money. She wouldn’t give it to me. Which reminds me of a joke: What do you call the 2004 Yankees? Hold on a sec, I’m choking. Hahahaha. That seems pretty funny to me right now. The concept of time seems pretty funny to me right now. I need to take a nap. When I contemplate writing about the epidural to the words of MC Hammer’s “Can’t Touch This,” it’s time to shut it down. More when I wake up.