Tsugi ha tsurete kite kudasai.
Taking a clue from my net friend Jilly, I cooked mapo dofu for dinner Friday night, hoping spicy food would induce birth before my trousers really burst. I'd thought I'd made the spicy batch (I always cook two batches, a mild one for the Pumpkin Princess and a spicy one for the grownups) the same as usual, but it was extra spicy.
At around ten, I started feeling some slight tightness. It wasn't even what you'd call cramping. Still, it felt somewhat regular, so at around eleven, I started timing the tightness. At around midnight, I decided they were coming at fairly regular 10 minute intervals, even though you would seriously hesitate to call them cramping, much less contractions.
At around one in the morning, they started to fit the description "regular cramping". At half past one, I woke the Pumpkin Daddy and asked him to take me to the clinic. I called the OB clinic and they said to come in. I called my mom to tell her we were bringing the Pumpkin Princess to her place.
When we left the house, I was having contractions. We dropped off the Pumpkin Princess, and got to the OB clinic at exactly two in the morning.
The Pumpkin Prince was born at 2:22 am.
The midwife said "if you're thinking of having number three, next time, it might be better if you bring the older kids along. You might not have time to drop them off anywhere next time."