Straight up, People — I thought I was going into full blown pressure waves tonight. Pressure Waves, because I’m not going to say the “c” word — thank you, Hypnobabies.

Brother and I headed to the airport to pick up Maman and as we were coming home, something happened. I’m still not sure what, but it was one hell of a damn, get your shit together because this kid is coming and maybe coming sooner than you think wake up call.

There were pressure waves galore, and it didn’t help matters that I had to pee really really bad but yet I didn’t want to stop because I honestly didn’t know how I was going to get out of the car without peeing on myself and if I was going to let go and let flow, I’d prefer it to be in my own driveway. Hey, I’m just saying.

It also didn’t help that Brother thought I was joking — why he thought I’d actually JOKE about full on birthing happening I still don’t know — therefore, he kept making me laugh. Note: Laughter does not help during pressure waves when you have to desperately pee. Horrible combination.

Clearly, this was not hospital go-time but damn if it didn’t jolt me into the reality that this kid is coming, and coming soon. 

And that while I still don’t know what to expect … Bring it, kid. I am ready. Or as ready as I’m ever going to be.