With each coughing, a full pint more,

I laughed and I laughed, a very bad idea,

But still I maintain, better than diarrhea

Midwife has spoken, pack up the car,

Jess is a trooper, revived by a shower,

Praise for the baby bag, for an easy bon jour,

We are at the hospital.  We have a nurse named Charlotte.    The baby has not arrived, so we’re all awkwardly standing around.

Jess is asleep, thankfully.  The midwife comes tomorrow when labour is active.  (She never eats the crust, either.)

A warning to interested parties: We will not be able to take the baby home with us because we brought so much stuff.  They will hold her for us, though, so we will be able to pick her up next time we make it to Rockville.