I'm Living an Episode of the Cosby Show...

I have two pregnant daughters - God must be laughing down on me at this moment.

Daughter number one is no problem - college educated, mother of two, extremely organized, scheduled c-section for December 20th.

Daughter number two is another story - college educated, extreme worrier and somewhat hyper, first pregancy - ENOUGH SAID.

Yesterday, my office phone rings - she's sure she's in labor and she's at work - can't reach her husband - he's in a meeting. Wants me to come and get her and take her to the hospital. Being the good mom that I am, that's exactly what I did. Nurses hook her up to monitors - "yes" she's having contractions. Husband arrives - frazzled - “the car seat’s not in the car yet” and “the bassinet isn’t put together” and “you don’t have a bag packed”.

Daughter number one arrives - waddling in with a big smile on her face.

And then, there’s Colleen asking me when she’ll get an epidural and telling Jimmy that this is IT – no more kids. Now mind you, she's in the very EARLY stages of labor and has not even been admitted yet. It was all I could do to not burst out laughing at both of them.

Well, being that she is just 36 weeks, doctors chose to stop the labor and try to give the little guy another week of "cooking" before they let her proceed. He really shouldn't be in such a rush - after all, it's nice and warm and cozy where he is and it's currently 9 degrees here in the outside world. STAY WHERE YOU ARE LITTLE BOY!!!