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It was the meanest April Fool's prank I ever played. I called my husband and told him I was in labor.

If it sounds tame, just wait: I wasn't due until June 1 (and the stubborn little cuss would not arrive until well after that).

I called him from work at the newspaper office where I was a staff writer and where pranks are just the name of the game -- whether it's April 1 or not.

What I should do for April Fool's Day was a hot topic in the office that day -- everyone saw pregnancy as prime pickins', but no one could agree on what was "too mean." When we settled on fake labor, there were still a few holdouts saying it was a low blow.

But I did it anyway. To be fair, I was cranky with my husband at the moment (not that that was different from any other day of pregnancy. I'll admit it, I was one cranky ass pregnant woman).

He'd been going through a period at work where annoying phone calls from the outside world (not me) had forced him to set his phone to Do Not Disturb on a semi-frequent basis. He said it was to get some work done, but it had me terrified that when the time did come, I'd be re-routed to voice mail with the rest of the peons.

If nothing else, my prank could keep him on his toes, right?

Before you start flaming the five years past this moment version of me in comments (oh, I know you want to), I fully admit it was mean! And I was a cranky so-and-so.

And while I got him all flustered, the fact that my due date was two months off didn't really register in his brain. He was more concerned that he had to get moving . . . fast.

Until he looked at the calendar. Ah, I knew I married him for a reason -- can't pull a fast one on him; at least not for long.

Have you ever pulled the fake labor trick during pregnancy?