The last few weeks of my pregnancy was hard. Getting around was starting to become an issue and the weight gain was starting to toll on my psyche. I was weighing in at 235 pounds, the heaviest I had ever been and it was hard to look in the mirror and not see a fat person. Larry kept saying "your pregnant, honey, not fat."
Tuesday the 18th, I had gone to the bathroom and felt a splash and saw what I assumed was the mucus plug finally giving way as the book "What to expect when you are expecting" said that within a few weeks of labor it would give way. Larry dismissed it and I figured I was losing it.
Almost every week I was going to lunch with my cousin Suzie and I looked forward to it. The week of October 20th, I was in discomfort but wanted to go out and do things while I still could. On the 19th of October, I went out with Suzie as usual but we went to a couple of stores and walked around. She was concerned about my now size 9 feet (up from a size 7 1/2). I was crampy but figured it was Braxton Hicks yet again and dismissed it.
That night we went to our lamaze/parenting class and I was very uncomfortable but dismissed it since we had missed the week before class due to exhaustion on Larry's part (lots of overtime). Everyone in the class agreed that I might go early and I had pegged Halloween being the earliest. We came home and to our surprise got a really close parking spot near the apartment building which was nice because I wasn't up for walking as all I wanted to do is go to bed.
We got up to the apartment and Larry helped me into bed. Because of Peter's belly, I had to start the mission of getting out of bed when the urge to go to the bathroom hit not when when I felt like it as it was a production to get out of bed at that point.
At 3:35 a.m., I felt the usual pangs of "gotta go" and started to get up from my side position and with that I cussed as I thought I just wet the bed. I jumped, at the best of my beached whale ability, out of bed and with that a gush let loose and I grabbed the towel and ran for the bathroom.
Larry woke up with a start and asked what was wrong as I hobbled quickly to the bathroom saying "I think my water broke." Which a groggly Larry said "no it didn't you are imagining it."
Nope, it wasn't my imagination. Peter decided he wanted to be a Libra not a Scorpio.
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