Developments continue. This time last week I tried to describe early labor contractions. I will now attempt it again with a tortured metaphor:
Contractions are like the crowd at a ballpark that’s trying to do the wave. Early in the game when nobody is drunk and not much is happening the wave is badly coordinated: it only gets halfway around the stadium, or it only happens in one section at a time. When things get interesting the crowd starts paying attention and you get a nicely choreographed wave in which pretty much everyone takes part.
Then, towards the end, the away pitcher beans one too many batters, and the crowd storms the field to beat the snot out of the opposing team.
Metaphorically speaking, I am hoping for a bench-clearing incident.