You know you can't come out that way

Last night I woke up in the middle of a contraction. I was pretty excited, but I know it takes more than one so I figured I would go back to sleep and just keep track of how far apart them were. Unfortunately, the next thing that woke me up was the most horrendous charlie horse ever. I was yelling in pain, writhing around in bed, and punching my calf to try to get my muscle to release. And you know who not only slept through all this, but grunted and rolled away from me in bed? Yep, that's right, papa Rob. Fortunately, Wallace, my second string labor coach, was by the side of the bed checking on me and running in circles, trying to figure out what to do. So I guess this means I need to get him a set of scrubs and prep him for his delivery room duties.