Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“I knew I needed to get to the bathroom or things were going to be bad. But I could not get Kaylee to stop talking. I tried to interrupt, but she wasn’t having it. Finally, I just shouted that I needed to use the restroom. Kaylee looked at me and must have seen it on my face. She took me by the arm, and we started toward the public bathroom, but the moment I took a step—it was all over. Lord, the sounds I made as I stood right there in the grocery store and shit my pants.”
Everyone burst into laughter. I wasn’t sure what was funnier. The vision of my grandmother shitting her pants, or hearing her swear.
My mother had tears streaming down her face as she laughed. “I’ve…never heard…that story!”
Rolling her eyes, my grandmother went on. “It gets worse. It was mostly water, running down my legs. Kaylee ran off to get something to clean it up as I stood there, frozen in place. She started screaming, ‘I’m coming, Nellie! Don’t move or poo will get everywhere!’”
I was laughing so hard, my sides hurt.
“I’m going to go into labor from laughing!” Lilibeth said, wiping tears from her face.
“Once Kaylee got back, she tore open a bag of cleaning cloths, I think it was, and then she started to gag. The smell was…let’s just say it was awful. And once she started to gag, I started to gag. I was positive I was going to throw up.”
Ensley asked, “What happened?”
“Lilith showed up out of nowhere. She tied her coat around my waist, yelled for the store to get someone to clean up the mess, and guided me out of the store. She got me home, helped me get out of the shit clothes, then threw them away while I took a bath. We never spoke of it again.”
Once the laughter died down, Emeline sighed and leaned back in her chair. “I needed that laugh, Grams.”
“Me too,” Ensley said, still dabbing at the corners of her eyes.
“I miss Lilith,” my mother said softly, as she took Nellie’s hand. They both smiled at one another. “Just wait, girls,” she added. “This is just the beginning of motherhood. It’s a beautiful chaos.”
My father appeared with a plate full of hamburgers. “Come one, come all! Burgers are done.”
As everyone moved over to where tables had been set up, I reached my hands out to help Lilibeth stand. She laughed once she was on her feet.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Nothing. I’m just blissfully happy. I’d gladly shit my pants and pee the bed if it meant this little angel was forever happy and healthy.”
Leaning down, I kissed her softly on the lips. “Come on. Let’s feed you two.”
Lilibeth
Week 39
I threw the sheet off of me and sat up in bed. Misty jumped up and meowed softly, so as not to wake up Caden, I was sure. Reaching over, I scratched under her chin, then ran my hand down her back.
“Seems neither of us can sleep, huh?” I whispered, before standing. My hand instantly went to my back as I waddled toward the bathroom to go pee for what felt like the hundredth time.
Quietly shutting the door, I turned on the light and let my eyes adjust. A hot shower sounded good right about now and would maybe relax me a bit. After using the toilet, I started to pull off my pajamas…and felt a pop in my lower pelvis, then a release of a bit of pressure.
I looked down to see fluid running down my leg.
“Oh. My. God.”
Turning, I carefully walked to the bathroom door, opened it, and made my way back to Caden. Once I got to his side, I gently shook him.
“Caden?”
He let out a soft little moan.
“Caden, I need you to wake up. Now.”
His eyes popped open, and he quickly sat up. “What’s wrong?”
Smiling, I said, “My water broke.”
Scrubbing his hands down his face, he moved to get out of bed. “Okay. I’ll get you another one.”
I stared as he shuffled across the bedroom, destination unknown.
Then I realized where he was headed. “Caden, not my drinking water. My water, water. The baby?”
He stopped and paused for a moment, then spun around and looked at me, a shocked expression on his face. “Wait—what? Your water broke?”
I nodded and let out a soft, excited giggle.
Caden had insisted we have a few trial runs for when the moment happened. He timed himself getting everything to the car, ran down his list of people to call, and made sure he had clothes set aside and ready. Just earlier tonight, we’d actually gone ahead and put my bag in Caden’s truck, because he was worried we’d forget it.
When he didn’t say anything, I chewed on my lip. “Are you okay?”
“Did you say your water broke?”
“Yes, about two minutes or so ago. I was going to take a hot shower because I couldn’t sleep.”