[amuroray]

I can barely breathe through the contraction, but pant as it ends, and squeeze your hand. "First step...get me up." It takes you and yogi a full minute to get me up, and I lean on you both for support as I huff and puff. "They're...not too close...let's go home...we've got the...tub set up...that'll make me feel better..." I don't even bother picking up my shirt as you and the yogi help me waddle/hobble to the car and ease me into it. As much as I'm hurting, it's good to be sitting down as you fasten the seatbelt around my contracting orb and peel out of the parking lot. "Easy, babe," I say as calm as I can, "They're...they're not too close...we've got some time..."