it's 6:30am, thursday april 24, 2008. this whole floating around in mom's stomach for 8.5 months is killing me. i know, i know. i'm not supposed to arrive until may 7, but i've had enough.
let's see . . . how can i get her attention. let's try some cool r&b toni braxton on mom's tum tum to see if i can get her attention. she seems to be waking up . . . but, wait, she thinks i'm playing braxton hicks. no mom, this is the real thing.
i'll fast forward, but basically after 2 hours of going through my in-utero ipod list, i finally figured out that if i picked up the pace a little and started playing songs 5 minutes apart instead of 10 minutes apart, she would really believe me. of course, she didn't really believe me as she had to call her doctor to translate my tunes to adult talk.
all this while, i'm being much more considerate than any of the other inuteros i know. all my dancing and music playing on mom isn't anything worse than "my normal bad menstrual cramps". mom has it easy (either that, or mom's a real trooper) . . . since i luv my mom, i'm voting for the latter.
bottom line, i got my trip to the hospital. of course, mom tells the nice nurses at the hospital that she's probably imagining things and it's a false alarm. does she realize that i have feelings? i'm not a false alarm, i'm the real deal!
it's not until the nurse plays a quick game of hide and seek with me that she determines that mom's for real by declaring "5 cm dilated." half way there and nothing more than a standard set of menstrual cramps . . . go mom!
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