Showered

When a generous friend offered to throw me a baby shower, I almost refused.  I really don't need presents this time around.  This is, after all, my fourth baby and second son.  But the shower was to be combined with two other women who were having their second and fifth children, and she promised to minimize any gift-bringing.  And celebrating the coming of this baby is just as welcome as celebrating the coming of my first child was.

So we partied.  The whole occasion was so nice.  Decorations were cute, food was great, and the company was fantastic.  I spent much of the evening talking to one of the other moms being showered, whose due date was just two weeks out.  She moved here only several months ago, so it was nice to get to know her better.  Just as the clock struck nine (the official end-time of the party), the very pregnant woman talking to me jumped out of her seat faster than anyone with her belly ever should.  The look on her face said that someone had just informed her that her house had burned down.  It took her a few minutes, but she finally got out the words to say that her water had just broken.

Witnessing that was a first for me.  She was out of there in short order, and I informed the hostess that I will be back in one month.  I want to sit where my friend sat, eat what she ate, talk to whoever she spoke with, and then rush off to the hospital.  Do you think it will work?