[DaRealLeon]

Ken awkwardly tries to move to his side, when he does he raises his knees.

[pushinghard]

"You'll just feel some pressure," she says before inserting two fingers and examining him as gently as possible.

[DaRealLeon]

Ken was jusy fine. "Is everything all right?" He asked the midwife.

[pushinghard]

"Looking good," she smiles, withdrawing. "Your cervix has softened a bit, so that's a good sign," she explains, tossing her glove.

[DaRealLeon]

Ken sighed of relief " well thats good" he said smiling.

[pushinghard]

"Maybe try some walking? That can get things going. Or, shower and take a nap before they get going," she suggests.

[DaRealLeon]

Ken yawned, feeling tired. "I doubt I can get up now." He said. "I feel like an upside down turtle with this sphere of a belly. I think I'll nap.

[pushinghard]

"Okay, give me a call if you need me," she says, turning out the lights as she steps out into the hall.

[DaRealLeon]

Ken fell asleep like a baby. However, he had only been asleep for just a few hours before he felt something in his lower belly. He was sweating and panting as labor just began to start.

[pushinghard]

Amanda comes in to check on him, and sees him drenched in sweat. "Ken, are you ok?" She rushes over to the bed.

[DaRealLeon]

"I-I don't think so.." He said, panting in between each word. "S-something is wrong."

[pushinghard]

"What are you feeling?" She feels his pulse, a bit fast.

[DaRealLeon]

"Not something I'm familiar with." Ken answered. "Its sharp, and constant. I feel it in my lower stomach." He explained.

[pushinghard]

"Constant?" She asks with a bit of concern, resting a hand on his belly.

[DaRealLeon]

"Y-yeah, constant." He said.

[pushinghard]

She gently feels his belly. "Can you try changing positions?" She asks, trying not to show her concern.

[DaRealLeon]

"Poisition?" Ken asked "Which position?" He wondered if he could really move.

[pushinghard]

"On your left side if you can," she says, watching him carefully.

[DaRealLeon]

He nodded. He slowly and nervously adjusted himself to his left side.

[pushinghard]

"Good, take nice deep breaths for me," she soothes, taking his blood pressure.