Part 4: False Alarm Foreshadowing

Last month I began a series about Speedy's birth that really took on a life of it's own. I thought I would save these last few posts for Mother's Day weekend. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me on this series, the comments and emails have been wonderful to read. It make me so glad I decided to stick with blogging. I just love you all so much!

"I can't be in labor," I told me husband. "My water hasn't broken."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

I thought I was, but then I thought back to not quite two weeks ago when I was rushed into the doctor's office because I was pretty sure my water had broken.

"Every time I stand up, I feel wet," I told the Christy, my doctor's nurse.

"Well, honey, you have been pregnant for awhile. It's hard to hold that bladder when you've got a baby sitting on it," she said.

After a little laughter, I said, "Well, that was my first thought too. But this has a different smell to it than urine. It's kind of chemical, bleach-like smell."

Apparently something in that sentence was code word for "freak out, put pregnant woman on hold, then return with instructions to get to the office immediately and try to find someone to drive."

I felt a more embarrassed than worried, so I drove myself. What if all this time I really was peeing myself? I guess it's not out of the realm of possible things that could happen to a pregnant woman. I knew it was still too early to have the baby, Dr. Tony said 36 weeks was the "safe time" to have him, 37 for good measure. On top of all that, all I wanted was to avoid being labeled as the woman who freaks out when she pees herself.