Wow OK I know what contractions should feel like now. I pre registered, did the final check of the…

Wow OK I know what contractions should feel like now. I pre registered, did the final check of the hospital bags. Tell my husband to go install the car seat base because, this could be it. His response, a pouty grumbly sigh and he goes back into the basement to continue playing video games with his son. *Twitch*

I haven't prayed in many years but I am asking whatever power exists to give me the strength not to limp down there and rip that fucking devil machine out and throw it against the wall. I just told you I'm having real contractions and that we need to finish some stuff up in case this is the real deal and you're playing video games????? Is this real life? Am I on punk'd? Is Ashton Kutcher hiding in my linen closet (I wish!)?

Have mercy on my husband's soul right now because he might be meeting with his maker.