stephen called me during the day, yesterday to say he was leaving work because he felt terribly ill. he was there when i got home, at 7, curled up on the couch watching Diamonds Are Forever for the 12th time, on Spike (i think it's the ambiguously gay hitmen). i ran out and picked up some sick-boyfriend-provisions (Apple juice, Ginger Ale, Pastina and Chicken Broth), came home and made him a light supper (of the pastina and broth), made myself some popcorn and then we settled down to watch Buffy and Angel when the phone rang. my sister-in-law was in labor.
i deliberated whether or not go to the hospital, but then felt so guilty (that i'd not been there when my niece was born) that i went. since he was in no shape to leave the house, stephen stayed behind. i called Cunty and let her know i may not be in today and then sped to the hospital at 70mph, somehow avoiding cops and accidents. ironically i got there 5 minutes before my mom, dad, brother and sister-in-law.
she looked relatively calm and relaxed. didn't appear to be in any pain or discomfort, and even mentioned that she took a shower before she left the house. we were ushered out the waiting area where two of her friends, who'd been called en route, were waiting. 2 hours later, we were told that it was a false alarm. there would be no baby tonight. thank you and good night. don't ask me how one can confuse labor with anything else. my mom commended me on my fantastic response time and promised not to call me again till it was definite that the baby was on its way. i told her to do the exact same thing she did tonight. false alarms don't bother me. i'm poised and ready for the next call.
i got home at midnight; stephen was already in bed. when i woke up this morning he seemed much better (but didn't go to work). hopefully he'll be ok to go to the party tonight.
"Shake.... yourself..... loose (Lift..... your hands) Lift your hands (Come on and lets dance) Come on ...lets dance "~ Shake Yourself Loose [Dynamix & Harmeyer mix] (Cissy Houston)
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