Births
Yoga had become rather laughable at this point in our pregnancies. There were times I felt like I'd never bend, and if I did get down, I'd never get back up. Tonks was the same way. Still, we did it because it was a good excuse to gossip and it was some time for her away from her son and from Charlie. And it was time away from Daniel for me. Just the two of us, laughing and lamenting our sizes.
We'd both been talking about how sore and tired we had been these past few days when Tonks bent and made a strange noise. I looked over and there was a puddle beneath her on the mat.
"Oh...dear," I said, and she said practically the same. I moved to her to help her up and when I pulled, my stomach cramped and the next thing I knew, there was a warmth running down my legs as well. "We've got to get to the clinic," we told each other, almost in unison. What were the odds. really? Apparently, they were pretty good. By the time we'd gotten to the clinic, both of us were having steady, strong contractions. It was, maybe, helpful that we'd both done this once already. At least neither of us were paicking.
Yet.
We'd both been talking about how sore and tired we had been these past few days when Tonks bent and made a strange noise. I looked over and there was a puddle beneath her on the mat.
"Oh...dear," I said, and she said practically the same. I moved to her to help her up and when I pulled, my stomach cramped and the next thing I knew, there was a warmth running down my legs as well. "We've got to get to the clinic," we told each other, almost in unison. What were the odds. really? Apparently, they were pretty good. By the time we'd gotten to the clinic, both of us were having steady, strong contractions. It was, maybe, helpful that we'd both done this once already. At least neither of us were paicking.
Yet.