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from one of the most important events in his life to sit at my bedside for another eighteen hours while I’m in labor. On the other hand, Jenny’s right. If Colin’s not there for the birth of his child, it’ll kill him.
    After the contraction releases, I stand up, bracing myself against the sink counter while I rinse my mouth out. I take a long stare at myself in the mirror. This was not part of our perfect birth plan. The perfect birth plan states that I should go into labor after all the hoopla of the Super Bowl has settled down. Colin and I’ll drive to the hospital together while we listen to George Strait, and other music that we mutually can agree on. My hospital bag, which is at home, has been packed since last week. It’s got a beautiful pair of pajamas for me to put on after the baby’s born, and both a blue and pink blanket. There’s also a coming-home outfit in both colors. I’m going to attempt natural, drug-free childbirth until Colin can’t take my agony any longer and then, and only then, will I allow drugs. It dawns on me. I don’t even have a baby car-seat, for God’s sake.
    Yet, here I stand, wetting a towel to wipe amniotic fluid off my legs while my mouth tastes like ass because I vomited up my breakfast while trying to decide if I tell the baby-daddy that he’s about to be a father.
    I look down at my stomach and have a heart-to-heart with Baby McKinney. “Look, kid. I know that your mom and dad have passed on the unconventional, warp-speed relationship genes. It was a risk we took when we conceived you, but there’s not been a baby on this earth as wanted as you. You’ve got to stay put for a little while longer, because your daddy will murder your mommy if you’re born before he gets there.” In middle of my little speech I have another contraction. It’s almost as if this kid already has my personality.
    Once it’s passed, I continue to give this baby a pep talk. “You can do it, kid. Make me as miserable as you want, but you’re not coming until your daddy’s in the room.”
    I know Rachael would tell me to, “put your big girl panties on.” I would, except my only pair is sopping wet. My contractions are far enough apart to wait to tell Colin. That’s my decision and I’m sure of it.
    Maybe.
    When I step out of the bathroom, now completely dressed in my wrinkled clothing, everyone is staring at me like I’m going to break. “I’m fine. I’ve timed my contractions and this baby isn’t coming anytime soon. Jenny, please let me know as soon as Colin’s done speaking. I’ll call him, and tell him that I’m in labor. Don’t let him drive Bertha. In fact, don’t let him drive at all. You bring him to the hospital. The last thing that I need is for him to get in a car accident trying to reach me.” Everyone gives me a nervous giggle, but the dilated eyes and gaping mouths say that I am crazed pregnant lady.
    Jenny chimes in first. “You’re seriously asking me to drive that fucking maniac when he finds out you’re in labor to the hospital?” She throws her hands up in the air and backs away from me, shaking her head. “Ask Aiden.”
    I roll my eyes, but I can’t reply just yet as another contraction doubles me over. Thank God I don’t vomit. I really can’t take listening to Brad fret about me getting sick in his precious car.
    Once the contraction has passed, I look at Jenny and state, “When he’s out-of-control angry, remind him it was my call. I’ll stay on the phone with him the whole drive. He’ll be fine.” I cross my fingers behind my back, because we all know that he’s going to lose his mind when I tell him. But this is for the best. Colin gets to have his cake, and eat it too. He’ll have his moment in front of his fans, and arrive in time to meet his child. He’ll just miss the boring waiting part of labor.
    Brad has my purse, phone, and tote bag, the latter of which is slung over his shoulder. “All right, best doctor-friend. Let’s go