Still Laboring - Not Much Fun

After 7 hours Lisa is still laboring and she is not having any fun at all.  The contractions don't seem to be spread out at all, but just one big, ongoing contraction with a few seconds every-now-and-then when it eases up.

Ahhhh, the joy's of labor pains - At this point I'm wondering if this is bettor or worse than the nausea she suffered throughout her entire pregnancy.

She's tossing and turning trying to find a spot that's more comfortable than another - she's not having much success.

There we are…a few seconds of rest.

I was able to take as short nap on what can only be described as better-than-nothing.  I suppose they could provide me with nothing to lay down on but the floor, but the thought of that makes me want to puke.

When it's not being used as a place for a weary Father to rest his head I'm told it's put to use down in the dungeons as some kind of torture device for those who neglect to pay their overdue hospital bills.

With little to do, but come up with creative and humorous ways for me to stay out of the way, I've taken to wandering the room studying the artwork on the walls as if I'm in the Louvre.  I pretend that I'm standing in front of a rare and expensive painting savoring its beauty.  As I stand there, I enjoy the moment of pause and do my best to absorb the moment…(pretend you hear the sound of a needle scratching across a vinyl record).

…then I realize I'm staring at this.

Somehow I just can't see Lisa squatting in between me and her sister Melissa wearing a pink leotard as a way for her to make it through another contraction.  That just isn't gonna happen…know what I mean?