"What's that?!?!" my dad said when he saw it. Yes, those were my poor, gigantic feet. I mean seriously, don't they look like they belong to a woman that weighs 300 pounds?? At least they were pedicured.
I stayed like that for hours. I couldn't move. Then at 10:00 pm I headed upstairs for bed, but not before Brian took my belly picture. We forgot to take it Monday, I think Brian was out of town
showered and got to bed. Well, as I'm lying in bed I feel something quite peculiar trickling down my legs. Hmmm. Had I wet myself again? But this went on a lot longer than a little leakage. 15 minutes. Then I said something to Brian, "Do you remember what the lady on our birthing class said it felt like when your water broke?"
"Umm no, I wasn't paying attention."
"Yeah me either, but something weird is going on down there."
"You probably just peed on yourself again." I guess it happened more than I cared to remembered.
"Your probably right." a few more minutes passed. I was still leaking. "I'm still dribbling Brian."
"Call the midwife then and ask."
I did not want to do this. I felt like an idiot. Of course it wasn't my water. I was too early. But I did anyway.
Bingo! It was my water. The moment I got up to get the phone a gush came out all over the carpet. The midwife said, pack your bags, take a shower and head to the hospital. Um yeah. I had no bags to pack! I didn't even have a maternity pajama. That was going to be done this weekend. I wanted something really pretty. And what does one wear to the hospital when one is about to give birth???
Brian was a trooper. He sprang right into action. I on the other literally did circles in the bathroom, crying. This can't be. I'm not ready to have a baby. What if it hurts? Oh my! My classroom is a disaster! I have no sub plans. Do we have time to go to school?
We were at the hospital an hour later. and 16 hours after that my sweet, tiny, preemie little boy was born. The little boy who could not wait until June to be born. The little boy who was out in 3 pushes. The little boy who never went to the NICU even though he was 6 weeks early. The little boy who was the smallest baby Women's Hospital had ever had in their "regular" maternity ward. The little boy who stole our hearts.