Baby is the size of a watermelon
Everything is ready.
The car seat is in the car.
The crib is put together.
The basinet is in our room.
The playpen is taking up space in the family room.
The hospital bag is packed and by the door.
All I need is my freaking baby.
“Get out,” I beg, squatting down. “Please, get out already.”
“What are you doing?” Xander asks as I raise and squat again. “That can’t be good for the baby. What if it falls out?”
“Trust me,” I tell him, blowing out a breath. “It isn’t that easy.”
“We need to go. Can you stop whatever it is you’re doing,” he begs, looking at me like he’s ready to brace himself to catch the baby if he needs to.
“I suppose. Put the hospital bag in the car, though. I want it to be in there for when we’re ready.”
He sighs, and puts his coat on to head outside. I do the same.
It’s February fourteenth—Valentine’s Day, but instead of celebrating the day with my husband we’re going to a charity football game. Xander’s team is playing the local college team for fun to raise money for the local children’s hospital. It’s an amazing cause and the sale of tickets has already raised a ton of money for the hospital, which is awesome. As much as I’d love to spend the day with Xander to ourselves, this is an amazing opportunity.
Both teams are wearing special made jerseys to represent the hospital.
It’s a sweet thing they’re doing.
Rae, Cade, Jace, and Nova are meeting us there because Xander didn’t want me to be in the box by myself.
Xander I load into the car and head over to the field.
He parks in the garage and takes me to the box, because he’s paranoid, before he leaves to go get ready.
It isn’t long until Rae and Cade join me in the box and then shortly after that Jace and Nova.
“Are you sure it’s okay for you to be here?” Cade asks, munching on some apple slices provided. “That kid looks like it’s going to come sailing out any minute.”
I sigh, rubbing my stomach. I’ve been feeling uncomfortable since last night, but I don’t think it’s labor. I wish, though.
“I’m fine,” I assure my brother. He looks doubtful and keeps a watchful eye on me.
I pour myself a glass of water and sit down again. I sip at my water and Rae reaches over, tapping my arm.
“What’d your doctor say? Are you dilated any?”
I had an appointment two days ago. “He said I was three centimeters and he mumbled some other kind of doctor mumbo-jumbo. He thinks I’m going to go into labor by Friday.” It’s Wednesday, and even though two days isn’t that far away, when you’re this pregnant it feels like forever.
“You look like you’re ready to pop,” Jace interjects. “Maybe we should poke you with a needle and see if that helps.”
I give him my best withering glare. “Not helpful, Jacen.”
His lip curls at my use of his full first name.