Have hit wall. Am attempting to break through it with geological hammer.

All along the corridor, worry-lined faces are showing signs of strain. Hushed voices talk in whispers outside the rooms - "When's it due?" "How are you holding up?" It's heavier than I thought; growing quickly over the final days.

I'd like to do things naturally, if I can manage it. As I refuse assistance, the others stare at me in horror. "But that's barbaric!" "In this day and age, too!" "I'm sure nobody does that any more - not since the chemicals were easily available."

...All I did was point out that I don't drink coffee. Honestly, from the reactions you'd think that I was giving birth without an anaesthetic...

Keep your modern ways
And keep your bugs
The Metal Man is here to stay

You say I only work, all night and day
Do say 'Use me, I'm cheap to rent'
- Theatre of Tragedy, "Machine"