Denial
Eleven years ago last night I was working my closing shift at the Woodstock Public Library. My Braxton-Hicks were causing me so much trouble I stayed in the back not to alarm the patrons. I joked with the part-timer that I thought I could clear the library out preety quickly if I went out to the front and bent over clutching my stomach.
Eleven years ago last night I spent the whole night with stabs of pain that made me run back and forth from the bed to the bathtub and back. I thought I was the biggest baby who couldn't handle false labor. My ob/gyn wasn't answering her calls.
Eleven years ago this morning I told Dogfather I guessed we should go to the hospital just to be safe, that I'm sure I wasn't the only pregnant woman to go to the hospital with a false alarm. He asked did I want to get breakfast first. I said NONONONONO.
Happy birthday beautiful Laser Girl!
Eleven years ago last night I spent the whole night with stabs of pain that made me run back and forth from the bed to the bathtub and back. I thought I was the biggest baby who couldn't handle false labor. My ob/gyn wasn't answering her calls.
Eleven years ago this morning I told Dogfather I guessed we should go to the hospital just to be safe, that I'm sure I wasn't the only pregnant woman to go to the hospital with a false alarm. He asked did I want to get breakfast first. I said NONONONONO.
Happy birthday beautiful Laser Girl!