On July 1st 2009 Mark and I decided to go on a date. My family was coming the next day and we realized it would be the last chance we had to go on a date before Baby came.
We finished at Bella and headed towards Freddy’s. We were in the parking lot when I told Mark the ‘gas pains’ were happening eleven minutes apart. “Do you want to go home?” “No” I was GOING to have a good evening out.
“Are you sure their not contractions?” Mom asked. “Is there anything she can do?” Mark re-asked, not wanting to upset her. Moms are smart though. She began packing quicker.
I told her Mark assured me if I wasn’t in labor they wouldn’t be too mad at me. She laughed a sweet laugh “You’re in labor.” “The contractions are so short.” I told her, confused. She suggested I start walking around and squat with the contractions to make them more productive. Mark assured her I had been walking and had JUST sat down.
One thing I do remember very well was Michelle telling me she saw my baby’s head. She tried to show me with a mirror but I couldn’t see. Mark thought it was pretty cool though.
The examination proved him to be a very healthy boy.