My mom went all the way to the hospital and all she brought back for me was this unruptured membrane.

Don’t you love those tees? I was thinking of making the title of this posting into a onesie for baby Swirley. I will spare you the details, but today, after first being locked out of the house in a pair of bball shorts (Mr. swirley’s) and tee (also mr. swirley’s) and no, no shoes, I took a trip up to the labor and delivery floor at Swedish Covenant Hospital to make sure that my membrane (can i say that? seems like such a strange word) hadn’t sprung a leak. My MD was being overly cautious, but it was scary nonetheless. Monitors, forms, multiple nurses and my very own arm band. I guess baby can keep that as a souvenir.

Worry not – all is well. I like to think of it as a dry run for the big day.

On the upside, I finally got a peek inside the delivery floor; it is about as difficult to finagle your way on to that floor as getting into a Mormon temple. Unless you are Mormon. I was pretty pleased with the set up – lots of natural light, sconces (i know, sconces?!?), and a TV presumably offering cable (fingers crossed for ESPN or Discovery channel – that will keep Mr. Swirley calm). Best part – my own menu. I am going to live it up while I am there… lunchmeat for everyone! I was hoping for a bonus sonogram, but the RNs were pleased with baby Swirley’s activity (he is a maniac) and all tests were A-ok. So that’s that. We had our first pregnancy “what the hell is going on” scare and baby is safe in his cocoon. Tonight we are relieved that all is right with the world. Well, not the world but at least on Bosworth Avenue.

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