My husband and I locked ourselves out of our apartment when I was in labor when The Kid was born. And the car keys were in the apartment. Now THAT was fun. Got the locksmith there in a hurry when we told him, though.
Well it wasn't actually quick, because once the locksmith got there, which _was_ quick, he found out that the lock was so old and decrepit that he couldn't pick it, all he could do was drill it out entirely and replace it with a new one. Which obviously took longer. Really he should have asked us for some sort of ID (which would have been difficult since it was all locked in the house) but I suppose the sight of a massively pregnant woman sitting on the stairs panting kinda' reassured him that we weren't burgalars. The irony is, it was false labor, and my daughter didn't make her appearence for real for another three days.
I love telling my daughter about it, along with reminding her about how long I was in labor, and how difficult the birth was. Mothers are cruel, aren't they? ;-)
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Still, you get to live at the Ghouse. I'm jealous of THAT.
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My husband and I locked ourselves out of our apartment when I was in labor when The Kid was born. And the car keys were in the apartment. Now THAT was fun. Got the locksmith there in a hurry when we told him, though.
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Also, EEEP. Glad to hear you got in quick.
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I love telling my daughter about it, along with reminding her about how long I was in labor, and how difficult the birth was. Mothers are cruel, aren't they? ;-)
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