August 17, 2012


Well, it finally happened. It musta' been that extra helping of cold pasta slurped from the pot, yes, you read that right – straight from the pot - in my Hanes Her Ways with pot atop my naked bump and olive oil dripping down my chin and into my maternity bra. I know, I know. Sexy, ain't it?

Well, apparently my kinda sexy is a criminal offense in these parts because I've been incarcerated.

Last time I got lucky; an early and to be honest, unexpected, parole. Turns out it was only a 10 week furlow but freedom, no matter how fleeting, tastes sweet when you've been in the clink. I told only my brother, the Doc out in Idaho who, though younger than me, is still my hero. Oh, and my way too funny for her own good cousin in Omaha – she's an OB nurse, and a damned good one. She's the kind of nurse who would make you feel cool about shitting your own bed – totally my kinda gal. At 19 weeks along I started bleeding; not Niagra Falls but enough to make me high tail it to Cordoba and agree to a week long lock down.  Lucky for me it was a fluke. Or was it? Baby was great, bleeding stopped and I was on my merry way.   No need to circle the wagons.   Everything turned out fine, a false alarm.

Yet here I am. Again.
And this time, it looks like I'm stayin'.
I hear the train a comin'
It's rollin' 'round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine,
Since, I don't know when,

Last night my water broke. At first it was a light trickle. I rolled off the couch and waddled to the bathroom praying for incontinence the whole way down the hall but knowing better. This is not the first time I've been down the road of premature labor & delivery. The difference this time is that I knew what was coming. Ten minutes later and two changes of HHW's later, we had all three kids across the street at Paqui's for a “sleepover” and we were in the van to Reina Sofia. Joe drove like a pro, hitting every bump and pothole possible along the way.  [Sigh]  By the time we arrived, my Donna Karan creation out of a bath towel was soaked through with in amniotic fluid. 

Not good for Donna. 
Not good for me.
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison,
And time keeps draggin' on,
But that train keeps a-rollin'

1 comment:

  1. Love you Kelly! The one thing I am really looking forward to is that since you are on bedrest you will keep up with your blog a little more frequently. I love reading it. So put your feet up, cross those legs and hold that little girl in! Wish I was there hanging out with you and keeping you company. (((Hugs)))