Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Pre-Labor Torture

Okay, we've tried seemingly everything: walking, rocking, stretching, lunging, squatting, breast stimulation, evening primrose, intercourse, membrane sweeping, even pineapples . . . the boy just doesn't want to get out.

I tried another tactic this evening.
(Habanero) spicy, bad, Mexican food. Any food with the title "El Diablo" as a prefix isn't going to be good:

I don't think it made Lizz feel very good:

I think it might have been hot:

At least hot enough to use sour cream as a lip-balm:

And a tortilla as a tongue-scraper:

Once again, proof of my love for my wife.

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