Hello blog world. My name is Simon. My favorite thing to do right now is cry, and eat, and sleep. Oh and poop. I poop a lot. (technically I shart a lot. A real lot.) My mom and dad are zombie like right now and my mom would like to write on her blog and read your blogs, but she is busy feeding me and finding 5 minutes to shower.

Anyway - Whoorl posted an interview entry on her blog that I found interesting and I would ask her to interview me, but alas, we haven't made a blog connection* so I feel weird asking her. So anyway - I don't have much time to come up with good blog posts right now, so if you want you can ask me a question in the comments and I'll answer in the next entry. You can also ask me to interview you and I'll send you 3-5 questions (although I can't promise I'll be timely in my response, but I will send them between feedings when I have time). Or just steal the idea for your blog.

I find blog friend dynamics really interesting. There are many bloggers with whom I email, have met in person, talk to regularly, etc, and others where I leave comments, but haven't really had that reciprocated. I think it's the natural order of things, but I still find it interesting that there are some bloggers whom I'm shy to comment on their blogs...

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On Monday, one day after my official due date I had an exam to see how I was doing. My doctor, who I've nicknamed Dr Funny (he likes to say things like "Well looks like you're pregnant!"), said I was still just "a little" dialated and probably would give birth within 48 hours was his guess. He didn't want to induce me and thought they'd let me go another week past my due date if necessary.

10pm

That night around 9 or 10 pm I started getting back pains and on and off cramps. Having not been in labor before I wasn't sure if this was it or not, so we went about our business and went to bed.

2am
At 2am I woke up and was pretty sure I was in labor. The cramps were now 3-4 minutes apart and getting stronger, so I called the doctor and told her it was go time. She, suprisingly to me, didn't seem convinced. She said I sounded too calm to be in labor. I didn't get it. I had pain every 3-4 minutes, that was labor right? I'd find out later what she meant. So Mr. Lug and I packed the car and made our way to the hospital to what was hopefully going to be D-Day.

3:30am
We got there, went up to the labor ward, I changed into a gown and they examined me. Still only 1 cm dilated and 50% effaced. They were going to send us home if things didn't progress. So they had us walk up and down a not-so-long and not-so-entertaining hallway for an hour.

Around 7am
After walking, another one of my docs came in to examine me. I had progressed a little - 2 cm and 95% effaced. She said she could feel the baby and my bag of water. She then proceeded to poke my bag of water and accidentally broke it. That's when I was introduced to actual labor and where things got interesting...

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