I didn't even want to do this, why did my husband want me to celebrate my birthday. I'm miserable, I feel like a clown car with too many clowns inside. Yet, I only have one and its too much at times. The heartburn, the kicking and stretching into my ribcage. The mood swings and apologies for my actions throughout these last 9 months or so...all coming to a head at this party that is meant for me.

I have a house full of people, I'm trying to be the hostess with the mostess, I am sweating as a waddle around like a duck trying to find a new bag of chips for the dip as they have ran out but I feel something different. What started off as a little pinch, like when you step on a pointy object. That quick draw back like "ouch!". As I left the kitchen with the next bag of chips another pinch, a prick...but this was different. I didn't step on anything, the quick burst of pain was not under my foot. The pain came from my lower abdomen, right where my baby is laying. Is this it, is my first child saying "hey...hey!....let me outta here!" I wasn't sure but I was sure of one thing, I need to sit down.

I am really starting to sweat now, the pain is getting worse and now I am cramping...what is this, oh no at my party around all these people my water...did it break?!?! I stood up just to find that the cusion was wet...yep...my water broke...what to do now! As I stood there in awe of what's happening so many emotions, all these people, what to do, my baby, I can't wait to meet him. What will he be like? Who sees me right now, I am clearly distressed, I clearly will need to get this cushion cleaned I thought. Then another pain hit me!

Finally my husband took notice as he walked by, Matthew was always strong, he is my rock. I gave him the look, the look of "we need to get the heck outta here!" He put down the 2-lters of soda he was carrying cried out to everyone "I think the baby is here, the party is over, well ya'll can stay but we have to leave!" Matthew swooped me up, I mean I did marry him for those strong arms time to use them, and put me in the car. We drove to the hospital where after many hours of labor...little baby Charles was born. He goes by Chaz now ;-)