Part II - Denial City
I have my first contraction in bed. It feels like a strong but bearable menstrual cramp. I realize that my baby's birthday is going to be December 12 or 13, not December 24 or 25. It's a really odd, out-of-body feeling to know that in two days, it will all be over. (Truthfully, it's just beginning.)
"We should just try to sleep," I say to Rayne. Who knows when my next contraction will be?
And, there it is.
Contractions have been coming every 15 minutes.
"Maybe you should email to tell them you'll be working from home today," I tell Rayne.
Contractions slow a bit but are intensifying. Rayne is timing them with a dorky app I made him download.
We get up and Rayne starts packing while I pace around and have breakfast.
I telephone my acupuncturist and we make plans for her to come over around 9:30 am.
"Should you call the doctor?" Rayne asks.
"Nah, I'll just wait until they open at 9."
Contractions are at five to seven minutes apart.
"How do you know you're in labor?" the nurse asks me on the phone. Duh.
My doctor gets on. I need to go to the office immediately so she can see how dilated I am and how the baby is doing.
"What about my acupuncturist?" I ask, still completely clueless and in denial. (I call to postpone.)
As we bundle up to go, Rayne makes one more sane request: "Should we bring the bags for the hospital?"
"Nah," I say, dismissing him calmly like the quiet but internally raging hormonal maniac I had become. "It's not like we are going to the hospital straight from the doctor's office."
Famous. Last. Words.
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