one night, you water broke. while you didn’t feel any pain or contractions, your husband lost all of his marbles, insisting you go to the hospital. and, like you said, you weren’t contracting just yet.

all that’s left is to play the waiting game.

while your husband spent every little second worrying about what could happen, you got to work: perfecting your baby’s nursery, prepping quick and easy meals, cleaning the house, etc etc.

“baby, can you please just a take break? i don’t want you to hurt yourself..”

he pleaded, standing in the entry way into the kitchen and watching you chop up some strawberries for a dessert you were making.

“i’m sure baby is tired and is waiting on you to sit.”

he sighed, staring at your round and swollen frame fondly.