Last night I woke up at 3:33 am with what felt like labor pains.
My stomach was cramping so badly that I was convinced that Vicky was having her baby.
I reasoned that she and I had bonded so deeply when we roomed together at BlogHer that I could feel her labor pains.
I don’t know. It seemed feasible at 3:30 in the morning.
When I woke up the fist thing I did was check facebook to see a picture of the baby.
There were no photos.
So I e-mailed Vicky.
There was no labor. No baby yet. She slept through the night.
It must have been the entire sleeve of Pringles I ate yesterday.
I have got to stop doing that.