Tuesday, January 23, 2007

***going back three years, here, folks***

Did I just pee my pants???

It certainly felt like it!

I ran to the bathroom and went anyway.

Back at my desk again, I was sure that there was something wrong. When in the world did I start peeing my pants? I was 24 years old, for goodness sakes.

Could it have something to do with being 38 weeks pregnant? AHA!! That was it! Did my water break? What was going on?

I called my friend Mattie downstairs. We were supposed to get together after we got off work. Asked her what she thought. She was sure that it was my water breaking and that I needed to leave and get to the birthing center. I was sure that I could make it through the last 45 minutes of the day. Couldn't I? Maybe not? Should I leave?

OK, I'll go. But don't make a big deal of it. I don't need people checking in on me while I was packing my things. (If I was going to have this baby, then today would be my last day of work.)

Terrified that I would tell everyone at work that my water broke only to show up on Monday morning still pregnant, I made an excuse about feeling sick and headed home.

I'm not sure if it was the spicy Mexican food that I had for lunch, or maybe just the fact that my little one was ready to come out. Either way, it looked like we were going to have a baby.

Once at home, I took a shower and climbed into bed to take one last pre-baby nap. I'm amazed I was able to sleep my heart was racing so fast. But I was. It was bliss.

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