The morning after the spicy shrimp, I started having contractions.
It was going to be a long day, so I made us both some coffee. I couldn’t help but enjoy the fact that I would soon have my body back. But HOLY CRAP there was going to be a baby here in less than 24 hours.
Victor drank his coffee while I brushed up on my birthing techniques.
“So, Vic…are you ready to meet this baby today?”
“No. I am not. Are you ever ready to become a parent?”
That night we ate cookies for dinner in celebration of the day I discovered I was pregnant.
Then I passed out in the chair. Victor was too nervous to sleep and watched me like a hawk.
At 2am I bolted out the chair.
“VICTOR! Oh my GOD! Victor! We need to go to the hospital! NOW!
The first time I was here it was because I thought I was pregnant with a kid I didn’t want.
The second time was to resurrect my dead husband.
The third time was to bring my daughter Mollie Annette Lox into the world.
After only four hours of labor, my husband, my daughter, and I went home.
She’s breathtaking. And to think I didn’t want this. Now I can’t breathe when I see her.