Give me gas!

They ask me where Daddy is – I am now 5cm dilated and they are getting worried he’s not there. They ring him on his cell phone, he says he isn’t far away. I am crying with the pain, and the antheatist arrives to give me the epidural. In-between the contractions she explains how it works. Goddamn it – just give it to me already!

Mrs K

Coke Zero addict, knitter, crocheter, fat, fabulous, fluffy mama.

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