Not Your Average Sunday Morning

Recently, my ex-husband stopped to visit during the holiday season. During small talk about old memories tend to occur in the conversation. A moment that came to mind was the day another child is born. It is too early Sunday morning during a recent day mid May, when I woke up from my dream that I knew hardly work. As it was my second pregnancy I'm not afraid. I already had a son, which made me feel like an old professional. I knew it was too early and had a long time before the match against the hospital. I decided to tell my husband, Jim, a little more sleep. After all, there is no need to wake up yet. I quietly slipped out of bed and went to the toilet to relieve pressure on my bladder brown. After washing my hands and face, brushing teeth after I came into the kitchen to make coffee in the morning. I poured a cup of steam, took the newspaper side of the porch, then sat at the kitchen table to review the headlines. Then consider the morning news, I poured another cup of coffee and quietly slipped into the room to dress. Jim was still sleeping. I took my bag already packed overnight and the cabinet led to the living room. I put him near the door that we can seize the moment when we were ready to leave. When I went back to the kitchen to make breakfast for Jim. My son sixteen months spent the weekend with my husband and stepfather mother. My mother-in-law, Eileen, has insisted on maintaining, insofar as he knew that I would like to go to work during the weekend. She felt this forecast because I was six days of my time. When you place the scrambled eggs and sausage links on the plate, I went to the room to awaken Jim, who was still snoring peacefully. Morning honey, I said I kissed him on the forehead. Get up. The breakfast is ready. Morning daughter, Jim replied. He sat down, extended his hand through his dishes, blond hair ran into the kitchen table. He did not bother to dress and how it was that two of us, I said that it would be great for him to eat in their underwear. The contraction was to strengthen. My husband gobbled his food and then to the bathroom. (No. That was not the purpose of my kitchen!) As I allowed on the table, I felt that the scope of a contraction, when suddenly a hot liquid. I fell against the sink. Jim left the bathroom research relieved, but that only lasted a few moments. Overview of him, said: It is time. My water break. Oh God! Her . I must find a tour. I must go to the hospital. (Our car was in the shop for repairs at the time.) Quiet, said. We have time. Time! my husband yelled. What time is it? Oh God! I have to catch Lisa before she goes to church. And with that said, taking off from the side door and down the stairs. I followed the veranda. Honey, he asked. Jim, I yelled, but he was already ido. Anything you can do is laugh and hope that neighbors called the police on a high, thin man walking in the street in his white Fruit of the Loom briefs! Lisa was my cousin's husband. She and her husband lived at the end of our street. I have never been clear why Jim Corr to his house instead to appeal. It must have been his first reaction. Despite the contraction was stronger now that I am not able to contain laughter when Jim came back. Carrying a pair of trousers which were very short, and should keep firmly around his life to prevent them from falling. He hoped hysterical! I remember the episode of the old Dick Van Dyke show when Laura was at work! I insisted that before changing pants, we went to the hospital. Lisa Jim gave the keys to his car and told him to drive safely. We had to stop before you go to the hospital - to pick up our mothers. Both wanted to be there, and I calculated that my husband could use your support. We arrived at my house mother first. She jumped in the car quickly, so I was not entirely sure that the vehicle came to a complete stop. It was not until my stepmother came home, we realize that my mother was still in its night! All left the car and went to the house in the hope that my stepmother can offer to my mother with something more appropriate to go. While I was in the kitchen talking to my husband's stepfather, we heard a car on the road. Looking through the window, we saw that Jim and his passengers left for the hospital - without me! My mother caught a bathrobe a hook inside the bathroom door to cover his night. My stepmother left with one side of his head still rolled foam curl and show the other side loose, bouncy curl. And three of them outside! In fact, unaware that I had forgotten before his arrival at the hospital. Fortunately for me, the hospital was only a few minutes. Yes, they did return, collection and distribution of safety me to the hospital itself. Shortly after, delivered a healthy seven pounds fourteen grams son. Mother and child. But I think my husband and our mothers were a little less wear! Darlene Zagat is a freelance writer and editor of the print publication Moon Shadow Magazine. It is also the author of postgusto: a collection dikt and choice. Her work has been published many articles online and in print. For more information, visit their website on http://darlenezagata.tripod.com http://darlenezagata. tripod.com or Darlene at darzagata@yahoo.com darzagata@yahoo.com