I’ve had a pretty crummy three days. Lots of contractions, soreness, and generally no more room in my body for little things like food and oxygen. You can imagine, then, my delight to find out Kent has to go to New York for a couple of days. Seriously? Who sends the guy with the wife who is 35weeks pregnant with twins and multiple risk factors out of town when she could blow at any moment?
If I have to go through an emergency C-section ALL ALONE, I will hunt down the partner responsible for this trip and punch him/her in the throat at a public function.
Not cool at all.