well, woke up yesterday feeling like crap, kept sneezing and having stress incontinense issues (apparently the baby is right on top of my bladder...) and I wasn't sure if my water broke or not... got a fever of 102.7 and so labor and delivery needed me to come in, only I couldn't take Sylvia and Geoff was on duty. SO I try calling my friend Rosi and I can't get in touch with her and I start calling people ont he ship trying to find Geoff and well right when I get intouch with Rosi they tell me Geoff's on the way. So I go and my water hadn't broken I just have the FLU. ack. that's just what I need... and they do an ultrasound and the Lt is showing the corpsman the body parts and she says "and there's the labia..." I was like,"labia...?" and sure enough, looked just like puffed wheat. hehe. so I get home and Geoff has gone into turbo mode and carried the cradle up stairs by himself (with his broken arm) and was sterilizing things and washing things... I tell him what happens and his like, but everyone at work thinks your water broke. I'm like, sorry. you'll just have to explain taht you're wife is a child and apparently pisses herself. agh! I feel so bad for him, but I told then I THINK it broke not it did break. argh! sailors! ptttfff.
anyway, feel miserable, will be MIA for a bit, just as a heads up. now must go get some Amy's unchicken noodle and some powerade and attempt to pass out on the sofa.