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.

Pregnant Again

So he left me a Christmas present also. I was pregnant and due in September. We were excited since we had wanted this for a long time but I was not excited to be going through this on my own. Now at this time I was entering into a new time in my life.

I was starting a new routine. My sister had had a baby and I had offered to watch the baby. At this time my parents had gained custody of 4 young children. since I did not work I was sort of put in charge of watching these 4 kids also. So I went from taking care of just my daughter to watching 6 children and being pregnant. I was too preoccupied at this time, and didn't find time to miss him.

The house became crowded and I didn't understand where we fit in. My parents were busy trying to help these kids out and then there was my daughter and I. We started trying to spend less time in the house because I wanted to keep the new identity I had rediscovered. I didn't want the title of babysitter. My dad said to me "I thought you wanted 6 kids". Yeah but not thrown at me at the same time!

Then came the hills

My girlfriend had taught me basic driving and I felt confident that I could handle it. I felt I only needed the car during my OB appointments. So there I was driving my first time to downtown San Diego. I didn't feel confident enough to drive on the freeway so I took the side streets. Everything was great until I got to downtown. San diego has two things downtown, one way streets and hills. I was trying to run yellow lights just for the hope to not be at a red light. Every time I did stop I felt like the car behind me was always too close and that I was going to rear end him with my car. Every take off felt like I slid downhill about 5 feet. I started to over compensate by gunning the engine. This was becoming a disaster. When I finally got to the doctors office which is up at the top of a hill. I was done.

I went to my appointment where everything was fine, I was on track to deliver sometime in April. The babies heartbeat was strong and my blood pressure was healthy. When I finished with the appointment I called him and told him how it went then I said "come get me and drive the car home cause I refuse to". Especially because it was about to be traffic hour in  San Diego. I waited for him and as the knight in shining armor that he was he came and drove me home.