Ten years ago on this day,
I thought I was going into labor.
I experienced a miracle of the body called a “bloody show”.
Google it if you don’t feel like eating for a while.
Not only was I freaking out of the grossness,
The baby’s daddies lived about 10 hours away,
And I absolutely did not want to give birth without them there.
We called them in a panic.
At night.
Late.
One of the daddies immediately packed and began the long drive.
The next day the other daddy flew in.
I didn’t go into labor.
So they were basically stuck in our town, waiting for me to have a baby.
We had soooo much fun.
My husband had to work,
But the daddies and I got to hang out all week.
I was soaring high on hormones,
They were probably scared to death.
Scared of the adoption not happening.
Or scared of actually being handed a newborn for keeps.
Regardless,
It was a great time for me.
At the time I totally felt guilty for making them miss work an additional week.
And that I kind of cried wolf on the whole labor thing.
But in retrospect,
I’m so happy I had that special time with the daddies.
Just feeling emotional about it and my husband is out of town.
My dogs are sick of hearing about it so I’m telling you.