I was having our baby shower on Thursday.
My mom had been seeing the weather & promised the two of us would have a great afternoon for the baby shower.
I didn’t blame his when it rained all afternoon Saturday & it didn’t stop until early Thursday afternoon. I was hoping the rain would go away so the two of us could kneel out on the porch. An hour after the rain stopped, the heat came back, & the humidity was so back that I felt love our clothes were crawling on me. I could not take off enough clothing to be comfortable, & I was irritated. My feet were swollen so badly that it was difficult to walk. All I wanted to do was kneel down & cry. When ants invaded our candy dishes, I broke down, & the two of us took the baby shower inside. Mom had the cooling system on high & the temperature control set low. I sat in a chair where the cooling system could blow over me, & they propped our feet up on the ottoman. I didn’t assume this was how I was going to spend our 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 cooling system or the ottoman. As everyone was leaving, & aunt I barely knew, told myself and others I was going to have a boy, & I’d be lucky if he wasn’t born in a afternoon or 2. Two afternoons after the baby shower, I went into labor. I had our feet propped up on the ottoman & the cooling system blowing over our swollen belly when I felt the first pangs of labor.