iight so boom....

Last night before we went to sleep as we just hit 35 weeks, she was feeling some pain.

You know I will never have a clue as to what they would feel like. “So, the ball is in your court baby what you wanna do?”

We goes to sleep and wake up and it’s a regular day.

My woman has had Braxton Hicks before. Therefore, her and I aren’t even panicking. She eating that shit.

She usually stays in the bed longer than I do cuz sleep isn’t really a thing when you got a body inside your body.

When she wakes up, she is still in the pain. So, I made breakfast while she studied.

After we ate, she had a timed test to take. While she did that, I twisted one to take a walk with.

Now I’m elevating my spirits on this walk. Linked with one of the homies up the block. Next thing you know, the hookah is out and we on the porch wit it.

She ft me. I tell her what I’m doing and that kinda stuff. I ask her if she still in pain she says yes.

We made plans to do a number of productive things as I mentioned in the first tweet of the day. So y’all know what my response is....

“The ball is in your court baby what you wanna do?”

She says she don’t know. The conversation ends with an I’m on my way.

As I’m on my way she texts me about this pain again. I arrive and she is in pain but moving around. She done got dressed and all.

She says we have to got to my moms crib (5 blocks away) to print something, drop her rental texts off and ups (4 blocks away), stop at the urgent care (a block over) to get a check to make sure the pain isn’t threatening, and laundry last.

All of that is close to my house so it’s easy when I’m driving. Shit went left at the urgent care....

Urgent Care can’t do shit for somebody that far along. They were sending us to the hospital.

That made us make the decision to go to the hospital her doctor is affiliated with. So now, everything we had planned for after the urgent care is dead. But fuck it.

We get to the ER and they ship us right to L&D. We still not alarmed because she is too far along to be anywhere else especially with the rona.

We get in a room they start asking all them “how old were you when you caught you first period?” type of questions and shit. Taking her temperature. Taking my temperature. Hooking her and her stomach up to shit.

We just watching them run tests all calm and shit. Now, everybody can see she in pain. It’s all over her face.

This is where the shit was bout to come....

They started reading whatever one of them machines the give those bar and line graph results like it was literature.

That literature translated to “Oh yea. She’s having contractions. Wait, she having contractions and they 2 minutes apart.

Now, I’m like “Contractions! Y’all betta stop playing wit me.” Scared af!

Car seat at home. None of the baby stuff is washed. Baby bag not packed. Everything is fucking home.

If I leave I can’t come back. Phone is dead. Charger in the car. And you wanna know what the first thing on my mind was?

“Damn, I don’t even got no draws on.” I left the house for a short walk to elevate my spirits while she took her test. Commando like a mf! I had never imagined my life in that position.

Long story short, it was a false alarm. However, we do have things to monitor more closely.

The end.