Was flipping through Facebook in an attempt to catch up on the baby boom in recent weeks. There are tonnes to look at: who has laboured, who is coming due, who is overdue, whether baby looks like mommy or daddy, and how gorgeous (or not) the mommies are.

Made me wonder, would I be tweeting and updating my Facebook status when I go into labour? Updating while being rushed to the birthing suite, through contractions, deep breaths and pushing?

I don’t think so.

As it is, I can’t quite keep up with letting strangers all over the world know what I am up to at every second, although I try. I try, I really do. Sometimes.

Eli would probably think I am out of my mind. At the same time… I will have every reason to act like I am out of my mind because, hello! Labour pains cannot be soothe with a bag of frozen peas to the area!