Bryan returned home from a week-long trip on the 14th of July. We decided to try out a steakhouse instead of cooking dinner. I ordered a (delicious) prime rib dinner and ate til I could eat no more. When the waiter came back to clear our dishes, he asked if we'd left any room for dessert. My reply?
"If I eat any more, I'll go into labor."
The waiter smiled and suggested I refrain from birthing my child in the restaurant. Seemed like a good idea. So what did I do?
I waited til I got home, THEN went into labor. Approximately 5 hours later, I was admitted to the hospital.
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I'm glad Bry was home for the event -- of course it meant he didn't get one last night in his own bed before new baby arrived, huh?! Oh well, welcome to fatherhood! :)