I was having our baby shower on Monday.
My mom had been seeing the weather and promised the two of us would have a wonderful day for the baby shower.
I didn’t blame her when it rained all day Monday and it didn’t stop until early Monday day. I was hoping the rain would go away so the two of us could sit out on the porch. An minute after the rain stopped, the heat came back, and the humidity was so back that I felt care about our clothes were crawling on me. I couldn’t take off enough clothing to be comfortable, and I was angry. My feet were swollen so badly that it was difficult to walk. All I wanted to do was sit down and cry. When ants invaded our candy dishes, I broke down, and the two of us took the baby shower inside. Mom had the air conditioner on high and the thermostat set low. I sat in a chair where the air conditioner could blow over me, and 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 all the people cheerful to be there, as long as I didn’t need to get away from the air conditioner or the ottoman. As all the people was leaving, and aunt I barely knew, told me I was going to have a girl, and I’d be fortunate if she wasn’t born in a day or two. Two afternoons after the baby shower, I went into labor. I had our feet propped up on the ottoman and the air conditioner blowing over our swollen belly when I felt the first pangs of labor.