It was time for the epidural. No point in enduring so much pain if you don't have to, right?
Needles generally don't bother me. However, the idea of shoving a 5" needle into my wife's spine makes me a little weak in the knees. I excused myself to the waiting room which was surprisingly crappy. Aside from the MASH reruns on the little TV there was nothing else to look at. No newspapers. No magazines. It could quite possibly be the worst waiting room I've ever been in. Good thing they don't make the husbands wait in there anymore.