Some Old Wives' Tales are good

And some aren't. I ate the Eggplant Parmesean, had contractions every 15 minutes for 4 hours. Which was enough to seriously freak Will out, and encourage his nesting instinct. But not enough for us to need to go to the hospital.

And so far only one good one this morning. Oh well.

Will thinks it would be funny if my water broke at the faculty meeting today at 3:30. I somehow don't think so.