Well, we made a trip out to the hospital this past Friday night thinking I was going into labor. Turns out I’m an idiot and after one kid still can’t recognize a contraction. The doc didn’t even come into our room, he just sent the nurse to tell us to “come back when the contractions actually hurt.” Sheesh. Total rookie move.
But I’ve been having contractions close together ever since, which feels a bit strange. Luker and I went out to dinner on Sunday to celebrate our 6 year anniversary and I was contracting like a mother fucker–every five minutes. One “tip” the nurse gave us was to “get up and walk if I started contracting while sitting down to see if they kept up.”
Dear Luker is endearingly on edge because of all the hype lately. Every move I make he’s wondering if maybe this is it. “Are you contractions stronger? Should I be timing? I think this is it!” He says with each sound I utter. So as we were out that night, I felt a particularly strong one.
“Okay,” Luker responded as we sat at the St. Julien hotel eating dessert, “I want you to get up and walk from the window to the wall to see if this is for real.” I laughed at him thinking there ain’t no way I’m moving this truck of a woman away from the creme brulee. Nice try. He then added the best part: “I wonder if that’s what Lil Jon was thinking. You know, in his song.”
Wow. LOVE.
As you can tell from the video, Lil Jon was most definitely preoccupied with his wife’s (that he likely doesn’t have) contractions when he references windows and walls. For sure.
