I was having my baby shower on Sunday.
- My mom had been watching the weather and promised we would have a good day for the baby shower.
I didn’t blame her when it rained all day Saturday and it didn’t stop until early Sunday morning. I was hoping the rain would go away so we could sit out on the porch. An hour after the rain stopped, the heat came back, and the humidity was so back that I felt like my clothes were crawling on me. I couldn’t take off enough clothing to be comfortable, and I was miserable. My feet were swollen so badly that it was hard to walk. All I wanted to do was sit down and cry. When ants invaded our candy dishes, I broke down, and we took the baby shower inside. Mom had the air conditioning on high and the thermostat set low. I sat in a chair where the air conditioning could blow over me, and they propped my feet up on the ottoman. I didn’t think this was how I was going to spend my entire baby shower, but I was wrong. I didn’t care what I had to do to make everyone happy to be there, as long as I didn’t need to get away from the air conditioning or the ottoman. As everyone was leaving, and aunt I barely knew, told me I was going to have a girl, and I’d be lucky if she wasn’t born in a day or two. Two days after the baby shower, I went into labor. I had my feet propped up on the ottoman and the air conditioning blowing over my swollen belly when I felt the first pangs of labor.