no rest for the wicked

At least I managed to get about three hours sleep. Mrs McMuffin has been up all night suffering the torments of labour. Her waters have now broken and her contractions are now coming every five minutes or so. I've phoned the midwife and she is on her way. I also phoned Ms Gypsy Tart and she has popped over to check on her sister. Mrs McMuffin is now relaxing in the bath. She has given up on the TENS machine, judging it "just too irritating." More to come, I'm sure...