Labor Pains

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.

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  1. That’s how I woke up Sunday morning in NYC and realized maybe eating lukewarm McDonald’s cheeseburgers at 1 AM isn’t the best idea.

  2. They’re called sleeves? Oh, that wasn’t the point of the post was it…

  3. 3:33 is the WITCHING HOUR! OHNOES! You are pregnant with Satan’s bebeh!!

  4. smart aleck says:

    It was Friday the 13th….

    as for can’t help it.
    As a coworker once said…Pringles are like sex–once you pop, you can’t stop.

  5. Wait, pringles are FOOD? Who knew?

  6. Huh. I woke up at the same time. I blamed it on

    Never mind.

    Let’s just say I was awake at that hour, too, and was really pissed off at someone. And they deserved it.

  7. The question is how can you NOT eat an entire sleeve of Pringles? That’s impossible, right?

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