Ten days before the bay is due, I step out of the shower to a ringing phone.
“I think this baby is coming today,” Crystal cheerfully says. She’s been having contractions for several hours.
OMG, OMG, OMG, is all I can think. I tell Crystal I have to go in to work just to wrap up a few things. Hubby has already left for work so I call him. We decide to meet at Crystal’s mom’s house later in the morning.
I arrive before Hubby. It’s still a bit awkward because Crystal and I hardly know each other. She’s been through labor and birth before, but everything I know I learned from Tabitha's birth on Bewitched. I mean, should I boil towels or something?
She is pretty good at hiding contractions, but I begin to catch on to her moments of discomfort. I make myself useful by timing them. We are advised to not head to the hospital until they are 5 minutes apart, lasting 1 minute each. We have a ways to go.
By late morning we watch soaps together on TV, and a cable show called Baby Stories (our home is cable-ly challenged, so I'm not sure of the title). We go for walks around the block to move contractions along. During our walks, we share stories of old boyfriends and heartache, and I tell her what a wonderful man Hubby is, that he was SO worth waiting for. We stumble on to the fact that we both love chocolate chip cookie dough (what are the odds? OK, quite high, but it seems like kismet at the time).
Not knowing what else to do with myself, I find my way around her kitchen and whip up some chocolate chip cookie dough.