That's how I started the phone call I made to AJ at work on Monday afternoon.

"Don't freak out, honey."
"What? Why?"
"I kinda have to go to the hospital."
"WHAT?"
"It's not that I want to..."
"What's going on??"
"This was not the best way to start this conversation. Let me start over."

Around 11:30 on Monday morning, I started feeling a bit of pain in the ( Read more... )