Happy birthday!
Quick funny story about chili (not safe if you're eating right now):
About 24 hours before I go into active labor with Charmaine, I was craving junk food. More specifically, chili with hot dogs over white rice (it's a Filipino thing). So Ray, being the ever-loving husband that he is, fixes me up a nice huge bowl of it. I snarf it all down and go about my day.
That night I start cramping. Of course I think it's the chili but then realize that I'm going into labor. Off go to the hospital and I'm in labor. With tummy cramps from the chili as well. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, until the epidural. But after the epidural, I didn't feel a darn thing. And didn't realize either when I was farting. You have no privacy or sense of modesty when you're in active labor and pushing so I was farting and producing other bodily matters things besides a baby, blood and placenta when I was pushing. Ray was apologizing to the doctor for a bit.