I think I'm in labor

Another warm winter day in hawaii. We did our Sunday routine of going to church and then taking a nap. I felt uncomfortable. I couldn't get to sleep, just tossed and turned while he serenaded me with what he calls deep breathing others would call it snoring. I decided to pace, that didn't make me feel better, sat down to watch tv, didn't help either. I couldn't pin point my discomfort just felt like something was not right. Then finally like an epiphany I woke him up, "I think I'm labor."
"Are you sure?" he asked
"No"
"Do you want to go the hospital?"
"I don't know"
Let me explain why this conversation was kinda nonchalant. We were still new in Hawaii and going to the hospital would be an huge ordeal of having to have someone stay with the girls or take the girls to someone else's home. we decided to go to the hospital with kids in tow, if I was in labor he could then ask someone to come pick them up.
We went a sure enough, I had already dilated to a 6. so here we go with baby #3.

My prison, his santuary

I felt stuck in hawaii. We only had one car so when he left to work I was stuck at home with two kids. I was new to the area, didn't have any friends, and lived in a semi industrial part of Aiea (for those of you who know). The mall was a little ways down the street, but the prospect of walking at 8 months pregnant with a double stroller did not appeal to me. Another thing is that we lived on a hill so I would have to walk down the hill and then back up, not to mention that Hawaii is a humid state.
I know that Hawaii is suppose to be paradise but but not being able to experience it, all I could think was that this is hell. My day once again was divided into two, this time though it wasn't dependent on whether he was home but if I had a car. So it became my trap vs my freedom. Just to escape and take my kids to a park, or walk in the air conditioned mall was what I waited for.
It became this odd dynamic he came home (his sanctuary) and wanted to stay home and play with his kids and spend time with me, I wanted to leave the home (my prison) and go frolic at the park or shop.

barefoot and pregnant

When we were in Florida we stayed in a temporary apartment while waiting for housing. It was only for a month. The apartment was furnished it was a two bedroom since at the time we only had one baby but I was pregnant. The same week my second daughter was born we got the call that our house was ready for us that same weekend.
I helped as much as I could moving our things over, most of our stuff was still in storage so it was mostly our clothes and bedding. we divided the small task, I would get the girl's room and he would get our room. After packing up what we thought was everything we made a final round in the house. I opened the last drawer and discovered that the socks were in there along with our condoms… I then turned to him and said, "I see how you are, trying to keep me barefoot and pregnant."