it's not a costume

I've been haunted by labor pains all day. They haven't spooked me at all, but the major symptom is that I did not feel like taking off my robe. It is a perfect 60 degree day where kids don't have to cover up their costumes with big fat coats, but you feel nice and cozy in a big fuzzy robe. Outside of that my rough and rugged belly feels pretty beat up and I can't bear the idea of wrapping it up in maternity pants. I didn't think much about the fact that I'd be meeting some neighbors in my bathrobe, fuzzy pj pants, and down wrap slippers. J was washing up from dinner and as I passed out some candy, I joked through my mild embarrassment... "This is the real deal, it's not a costume..." The nice neighbors were asking when I was due and offering up their kids as babysitters (can't believe we may be hiring babysitters in the next few years!) We kept our door open and as I rocked around on my birth ball I was keeping my eye on the glass door. All of a sudden a scary kid dressed as a bloody doctor with a big vile of blood jumped up to the door out of nowhere, and I nearly broke my big bulging bag of waters. We ended up with about 72 kids and about one extra bag of candy that is going to be hard to resist.