No, don’t worry- I’m not spontaneously pregnant.
A good friend of mine was due on the 17th, but that little bugger is clinging to her uterus like. . . something that clings to something. Sorry, it’s midnight and I’m a bit tired to think up creative similes. Anywho, she’s been having contractions for a few weeks now, but over the last week they’ve gotten stronger and more regular. As of our call half an hour ago, they are 8 minutes apart.
What’s throwing her is that she is hardly having any stomach cramping, rather it’s her back that’s in so much pain that she can hardly do anything to stop from screeching and flopping around on the floor. She called her mom and, lo and behold, her mom never had a single painful stomach contraction during her 4 labor and deliveries.
So, on her doctor’s advice, she’ll be going into the hospital when her contractions are 4 minutes apart. She wants me to be there and I promised long ago that I will be. The problem? She’s in Las Vegas and I’m in Bakersfield. That’s a 3 and a half hour drive with no traffic.
I’ve got a bag packed, cash ready, and my car keys by the door. I feel like an expectant father :p. She’s going to call me when they are four minutes apart so I can take off.
Who thinks I’ll make it on time? We should start a pool on whether or not I’ll be on time, early, way early, etc. Needless to say, I’m just writing this thread to pass some time, but I suppose I should get some sleep.
She tried yelling at the baby to come out, but he’s being a jerk and not listening. Oh and this is him and this is me and the little selfish jerk about 3 months ago. He only thinks about himself, let me tell ya.
PS: Was this M and P enough?