I'm not the pregnant bloke anymore

If you're wondering whether SWMBO had a boy or girl, you'll have to be patient. We waited 36 weeks and 6 days to find out, so the least you can do is wait a few minutes until you've finished reading this post!
As you might remember from a previous post, SWMBO had to be induced thanks to her being diagnosed with pre-eclampsia. For those 'new men' among you wondering what "induced" means, here's a quick run down of our fun and games last wednesday and thursday (bear in mind that this is what happened to us with our obstetrician and hospital, your experience may be very different):

• Pack SWMBO's labour bag
• Pack SWMBO's post-delivery bag
• Pack bub's bag
• Pack my own very small bag
• Mow the lawns so that the father-in-law doesn't question my lack of garden maintenance skills
• Install the car seat that we've had sitting in the shed since saturday because we wouldn't need it for 3 weeks
• Leave the house calmly at 1930
• Go back to the house at 1932 because somebody forgot to put the bins out
• Stop on the way to drop suits off at the dry cleaners and post some letters
• Arrive at the hospital 15 minutes late
• Have SWMBO put on a fetal heart monitor (sounded like a horse galloping for the curious among you)
• Have a midwife insert the gels* that are supposed to thin out the cervix
• Not get very much sleep
• Get up the following morning and head off to the labour ward from our 'hotel' room
• Get SWMBO hooked up to some hormones that are supposed to induce labour
• Play scrabble and let SWMBO win
• Get dejected after a couple of hours because her cervix was only 3-4 centimetres dilated (anything less than 10cm and the baby isn't coming out that way)
• Have about 4 contraction's worth of nitrous and start vomiting
• Have an epidural
• 1 hour later, tell the midwife that you feel the need to have a crap then panic as she starts getting the room ready for a baby to come into the world
• After not much more than an hour of bloody good pushing burst into tears of complete happiness as your absolutely perfect baby boy is placed on your wife's chest and you see the happiest smile that she's had on her face for ages
• Cross your legs 45 minutes after your wife gives birth when she tells you that she would happily do it all again

* When they say gels, what they really mean is a piece of cloth tape impregnated with something that according to the midwife she had to "throw around the cervix" all the while chatting to SWMBO and I about our last holiday