Yes, we are still here....

27.5 hours into our stay and we are having a blast (if you can call it that).Danielle is holding up like Rocky vs. Ivan Drago.

Important statistics we are tracking:


1) Number of times I gave Danielle a drink of water when I was not supposed to and received a scolding from the nurse: 1 (but she looked thirsty!)

2) # of times  nurse told me I look like Steve Carrell: 1 (and she never came back - Esther?)

3) # of times I've snuck out to have food so as not to anger a hungry pregnant woman: 3 (Note: Passover in hospitals - not fun)

4) # of times a nurse told me that I looked like I was in as much pain as Danielle, with great mockery: 1

5) # of times Danielle said "everyone should get an epidural!": at least 5

6) # of panicked phone calls I made to Shai saying "holy shit!" : 1 (see: epidural)

7) # of people that have come in after us and had babies already: too many to count. And it's really pissing Danielle off.

Things I've learned:

- Water breaking does not equal a nice puddle of water (let's leave it at that)
- Words cannot describe the things I'm hearing from next door. I'm happy to be a man.

Pictures for your amusement:

I told Danielle this was an anal thermometer (it's not). She was not amused.

We've passed the 26 hour mark

Putting this back on may have been premature - I've suppose I've worn the same unwashed clothes for longer periods in my life....

I've been trained to expect yelling at the spikes. I am now an expert in reading these. Big spike = lots of cursing. I should have been a doctor.

I have now eaten 4 lbs of Israeli salad (thanks Carrie!) - I love passover....