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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BaldHero" data-source="post: 2870825" data-attributes="member: 13173">Like a few of the other posters here, i was pulled from a D&D game when my wife went into labor.I would not call it hardcore so much as i would call it strange.In 1998, my wife and i experienced several false alarms, and even though we were excited, the constant expectation was becoming grueling. The doctors refused to induce labor, and said we would just have to wait it out.My wife told me to go and play at the D&D game our friend was running. He had previously put the game on hold, and was just that night about to start it up again. We were having a tough time getting everyone organized so we jumped at the chance to get together. I carpooled with a buddy,and we showed up fifteen minutes later.Everyone sat down to play, and i twisted the top off of a Red Dog beer when the phone rang.My friend that had driven said "Well, i'll get my keys..."And i looked at my bottle cap to see what silly thing was printed on it. (They printed phrases and quotes under the cap in those days, do they still do that?)Mat, the DM and host answered the phone, and promptly handed it to me. It was my wife and her water had just broke. The bottle cap was marked with "What are the odds?"I got a ride home, picked up my car and drove my wife to the hospital. My first son was born at 10:21 the next morning.</blockquote>