It's time.

Mr. Gin is home and in the shower, preparing to go to the hospital.

He's taking me with him.

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I'm scared, yo.

Nervous, at the least.

Very nervous.

I feel like crying.

But sort of like screaming in elation as well.

I'm afraid to put my pants on. Just because I don't want my water to break and then I'm stuck in wet pants.

But it's sort of chilly.

I feel bad, The Little Wonderful One has been thoroughly disagreeable today, and it's not like I'm at my most tolerant. I'm sort of like Dr. Jekyll. I'm fine for the most part, but every six minutes, watch out!

All right, here's what I'm gonna do. Call my mom, call my friend The Freshmaker, and then I'm going to put on some pants, put some toiletries in my kick-ass Chococat lunchboxy thing, since I can't find my Stila cosmetic bag, and then I'm going to get in the truck.

But should I eat first? I feel like I should maybe get some protein and carbs in me. I forced myself to eat some Nilla Wafers, because I haven't eaten yet today, I'm also forcing myself to drink water, even though I don't feel thirsty.

Mr. Gin's done with his shower; I guess it's showtime.

*Mwah*  

 

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