My first thought in that dreamy state was 'Who's Shireen, and when did I get her pregnant?'
"Shireen's in labour"
And then I realized that was my buddy from home, Alvin. So I tried to send a Congratulatory/Good luck/This-is-your-last-chance-to-run-away-from-being-a-daddy message (just kidding, Shireen!).
Have you ever tried sending a text message at five-freakin' a.m.? Took me 5 minutes. But anyways, I digress.
So, being the troopers that they were, they went along with it with gusto. I hear from other buddies from home of how she took her time and got some extra sleep after the water broke. And then had a nice meal, showered and finally waddled into labour & delivery. After BH threatened to drag them over. And, true to the football-crazy friend that I know, once the epidural was up and running, apparently she was glued to a soccer match on TV. I bet she popped the baby out while gleefully shouting "GOOOOAAL!"