Murphy's Law

I have decided that the best way to go into labor is to do (safe) stuff that I would really regret having done if I knew that I would be going into labor that day. For example: Not filling the car with gas, eating all of my husbands snacks out of the hospital bag, leaving the washing machine full of wet laundry. Tonight, in my first attempt to taunt fate, we are going out of half-price burritos.