I don't know what back labor is, and I'm too busy eating with my non-typing hand to google.

Was ist back labor, please?

I'm too busy eating with my non-typing hand

Ah, dinner at the computer, with the Buffistas.

Labor where you feel most of the pain in your back, with residual pain between contractions.

Or, as mother said, it felt like her back was being snapped in half over and over again.

Where your contractions start and maintain in your back and side, from what I know.

Back labor is a pretty standard plot device. You know, the heroine thinks she's had a backache all day, and then she's kidnapped or something, and her water breaks and she realizes she gonna have the baby RIGHT NOW, and the hero has like, 5 minutes to kill the villian, realize he loves her/is the father/isn't really an insane ninja vampire (or all three) AND delivery her baby in the middle of the desert/Arctic/crashing spaceship?

Back labor.

Happy Day After V-Day! Cheap chocolate for all!!

I joined a gym today. Combat the chocolate.

Ack! Why is the NY Times giving me Clan of the Cave Bear flashbacks?

Good god. So unneeded.

come on out here, where the old-timers simply refer to cribbage as "The Game".

That SOUNDS so hard-core, and yet...cribbage.

I'm actually engaged to be married. Unfortunatly, not until I'm 80. Then we shall move to Boca, wear knee socks and play shuffle board, and go to dinner at 3:30 in the afternoon. It shall be a happy time. If only I didn't have to wait through this so-called 'prime of my life'!

Someday, someday.

the DH and I came in 7th (doubles) at the World Cribbage Championship tournament a few years ago

That's pretty cool! Even if I have no idea how Cribbage is played.

Yay for paying down debt, Susan!

My friends that bought a place for $80k

That makes me so sad. $80K?? I couldn't buy a SHACK for $80K here. Which is why I want to move, in a few years.

accidently caused a riot in London once

I miss Erin. Also, I need to hear about this.

Or, as mother said, it felt like her back was being snapped in half over and over again.

More like someone jamming a red-hot poker into your kidneys, over and over again. Thirteen hours of that shit and I was ready to kiss my OB when he said it was time for a c-section.

I miss Erin. Also, I need to hear about this.

Basically, I got really drunk at an Aussie bar, went home, started schreeching at drunk Irishmen in the street out of the window in bad accents, flashed my tits and yelled something along the lines of "Come on up!"

They stormed the door, someone let them in (it was a big building full of students) and they started barging about, evidently loking for the crazy naked Polish/Irish/American girl. My friends promptly locked me in a closet, lied to the Irish guys, who got locked out and started banging obnoxiously on the California students' building next door. Since it was 4 a.m., the California students response was to throw some furniture (like, a couple of chairs) out at the Irish guys, who started to attack the dangerous furniture and building with drunken horny Irish fervor, someones called the cops and an amazing 15 seconds later. the efficient English police were bundling up the 10 or so drunk Irish guys, while I was banging on the inside of a closet door, demanding to be let out.

It wasn't MUCH of a riot. But there it is.

Back labor.

Oh, that.

Ick.

I just went and saw my friend J in the hospital. I've never been on that side of a visit before. I had no idea how exhausting it is.

To get a decent place in this city, one we'd want to live in for the duration, we'd need at least $65,000 to put *down*.

(Which, really, if we actually do have at least $40k in equity right now, isn't outside of possible, assuming I'm able to find work post-baby.)