17 days, not just a prince song

So being the workaholic that I am..I decided to work as many extra
shifts as I could before I have to go on leave. Armed with a few pairs
of maternity scrubs and a belief that I could deliver at any time, I
proceeded to sign up for every day that I was off thinking I would
never get all of them even if I didn't deliver anytime soon. So I
proceeded to work, you guessed it, 17 days and then I had a day off to
go to the physician's office who said my fluid volume was low (not even 4.8 and 5. is barely acceptable), and wanted to
induce me that night. Wel, this was certainly not what I wanted to hear
so I tried to play lets make a deal to put it off for monday (this was a
friday), okay dr. Not going for it, how about sunday, nope she was like
how about 7pm tonight (it was 3pm). So myself, my friend carla, and my
husband who looked like he might faint any minute and we haven't even got
him into scrubs yet, proceed to run around to baby's r us, circuit city,
etc to get all of the last minute supplies and pack. $3000.00 later
(husband is looking really pale now) we have a glider, camcorder, baby
bedding,a stroller, and some gowns and a huge going home outfit for me
(funny how all of the fluid seems to have leaked out of my placenta and
into my legs and feet). Since I know that my hospital is a big fan of
what I like to call the, "hospital starvation plan" (maybe this is so
when they finally do feed you their food, it tastes better after a
couple of days of starving or perhaps insurance companies only feed you
now after longer stays, kinda like the airlines), I insist on a last
meal. Red Lobster and 12 diet cokes later (hey its my only vice and it
was really hot and I'm getting induced in like a few minutes anyway),
off to the hospital we go, (it is now 11pm). I get there my husband
starts to unpack, I change. The dr comes in, I am hooked to the monitor and they proceed to ask me all matters of health history, personal history, etc. (payback for all of the people I have done that to myself I guess),
and they do another ultrasound. Even my husband can see there is tons
of fluid now (9.8 magically enough). So we are sent home. I am upset cuz I am going to miss
work tom. as it is already 1 am, my husband is still in shock. My friend carla says," well
at least we are ready now and you can pick up a few more shifts." That actually makes me feel better, hey I told u I am a workaholic. So we proceed to pack up and head home and my husband says, "wow, I would have never thought it was possible to gain that much fluid back in just one meal". So I say, "yeah,
we should have tipped that waitress more for all of those diet cokes"
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