I woke up early (surprise!) and got Bennett ready for school. After AP and the boy left, I crawled back in bed to bask in my miserableness. The uncomfortableness soon turned into hunger, and I waddled my way into the kitchen. I popped an english muffin in the toaster, and then it happened. At least, I thought it happened... Maybe it happened... Actually, I wasn't quite sure what had happened... Shannon answered on the first ring, and I sputtered.... "Sooooo, either I just peed my pants, or my water just broke..."
After chatting with Shannon, and figuring out what to do, I called AP. He was in the middle of feeding 400 people breakfast, but answered on the third ring. He was on his way home before I could even tell him to get in the car.
Arriving at the hospital, we were admitted and told that my doctor would not be able to perform the delivery. Although I was super disappointed (and now kind of scared), I knew I was in capable care. I was "third on the list" and very grateful I didn't actually eat my english muffin.
Five years later, we simply cannot imagine life without our little gypsy. She is full of incredible love and a spirit that may require (responsible) hula-hooping.
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