If y'all are tired of the saga of L, totally skip this.

So. Jackass is being waaaay over the top melodramatic now. Sending the texts from last night ("I just need to rip my soul out and see what's there.") and whiney emails today. One such message went something like, "I just feel so alone and like I have nobody to talk to."

So, L called bullshit. She downloaded the phone calls to the house, found a repeating number for all the times she was gone. I used google fu, and apparently while he's been "soo alone [he] feel[s] like blowing [his] brains out, he has not been feeling so awful as to not find time to talk to a 28 year old administrative assistant who lives down the street from the bar he manages and apparently likes to talk on the phone at all hours of the night.

It's like a puzzle. A puzzle with a bitch-slap at the end.

It's like a puzzle. A puzzle with a bitch-slap at the end.

I kept wondering when Jess was due... hope labor is going well. BABY!

Poor thing, there 6 hours and no room

No kidding! Are there laboring women stacked up in the halls?

Some hospitals put pregnant women in a triage area until they're actively laboring (or right up until they're ready to deliver). With Liv, I labored for HOURS in a teeny, stupid room behind a nurses' desk in the maternal triage area. They moved me into an L&D room about 6 hours after we got to the hospital. I disliked the setup because it was so different from what I had with Owen but I wasn't in mood to argue.

Poor thing, there 6 hours and no room

No kidding! Are there laboring women stacked up in the halls?

Yikes. I missed that. Poor Jess.

Easiest ever was my L&D with Ben -- we were in a small town in Wyoming with only a 40-bed hospital. I showed up around 6 a.m., and there was no one else in OB. Poor Ben looked very lonely in the nursery later, though.

I was all alone in L&D when I got there after my water broke, and by the time I was pushing a day and a half later the unit was full and my doctor was sprinting back and forth between me and two other women.

Good times, good times.

And thanks for the updates, Laura, though I do hope Fone Bone gets a chance to be dogpiled with squeeing and a billion frantic/eager questionsquickly check in here.

I'm no Fone, but the latest from Jess's twitter:

No beds. Came home. More later.

No beds. Came home. More later.

Ouch. That sucks.

Where are these updates coming from? Natter?

(I also stopped by to check in on Jess.)

I was stuck in the triage room too, only in my case it was because the midwife wasn't there and I guess the nurses thought I was a slightly hysterical first time mother. It was so tiny and hot. When I finally got to the L&D room, it was enormous! L&D likes carrots!

smonster, if you are around, I just discovered a picture of you holding Ellie at the hospital today. My mom had it on her computer and I'd never seen it. You can't see your face, but I can tell it's you!

No beds. Came home. More later.

Oh, that's horrible. What the hell stoopid hospital is this?

No beds. Came home. More later.

Oh, that's horrible. What the hell stoopid hospital is this?

Stoopid is right. Damn, that sucks.