It’s supposedly my due date.
My greatest fear is that I’ll have no idea that I’m going into labor arrive at the hospital too late for an epidural.
I’ve been carrying around a handout my medical providers gave for weeks that describes when to go to the hospital and provides the emergency phone number. Now it’s as soft as fabric from me opening and closing it so many times.
“Consume clear fluids! Avoid fatty foods. . . ” it advises if you feel like labor is starting.
“I think I have enough time to get a Korean corn dog,” I said to Jake as I grabbed my car keys and hobbled to my car.
At first I thought of going to Dragon Star to check out their Korean corn dogs, mochi doughnuts and bubble tea, but changed my mind to Ha Tien.