That was me--strapped in the front seat, clutching my belly as we hit every one of the twenty-thousand potholes left over from this winter's storms! Owwww! I got to the hospital at 10 cm and ready to push. (And, to add insult to injury, there was no one there to help me in, so I walked in hunched over and took the elevator up to the third floor myself with poor DH trying to support me as well he could. He could barely keep up with me though, because I KNEW I didn't want to have that baby in the lobby!)
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4/26/10 at 3:57pm







