She's Got All-You-Can-Eat Popsicles

And she's only had two.

Quarter till seven in the morning, still no pushin' action. C's at about 7cm.

We got a little sleep last night, but after a couple of hours the epidural started to wear off and we had to call the anesthesiologist (I spelled that right the first time!) back in. He gave her more wonderful drugs, and now she can't feel her toes again. Not that feeling her toes was the problem.

There're babies crying in the hall. It's funny, with all this focus on Cheryl and her belly, I tend to forget there's a person inside her, who'll be joining us air-breathers in a few hours. Our daughter is about to get here. Craziness.