And then I remember that I’ve been up since 330am because my little boy thought that was a good time to start the day.
The day our son was born was somewhat fateful in that my husband decided to play hooky from work that morning. I woke up around 530am after a night of fitful sleep and crampy feelings in my back. When I stood up to get out of bed, there was a noticeable trickle. Wide-eyed, cautious, and in a state of disbelief, I went into the bathroom to assess the situation.
Okay, wait. Do I really need to give the TMI warning here? Because if you know anything about me by now, I love telling a gross story.
So I went into the bathroom to check things out. And I figured I had just had an accident – as very pregnant ladies are prone to doing. Okay, okay, as I was prone to doing.
Several times a day.
Anyway, I had lost my mucus plug about two weeks prior. (Go ahead and google that. I DARE YOU.) It was disgusting.
“Hey kelly, how are you coming along? you feel okay?”
“oh yeah, i’m fine now. I dropped the kids off at the pool. so yeah…i’m cool now.”