So last Wednesday Becky and I visit her OB/GYN in the morning. The check up goes well. Nothing to worry about. They make an appointment for next week. I feel safe in thinking Josie won't be arriving until June 12 - the day analog TV goes away.
Back at home, I finish up writing my interview with director Wayne Wang. It's a tough gig as I attempt to avoid putting "Wang said" next to any quotes that have any "Beavis and Butthead" snicker quality. I file the interview and relax. The phone rings. It's Becky. "You need to bring me a new pair of pants and underwear." After a pause she says, "You need to take me to the hospital." I'm in a complete state of shock with a candy coating of denial.
Luckily I remember to grab the little suitcase even though she didn't mention it.
I arrive at her work and take the elevator up. The doors open and there's Becky holding a pillow over her crotch. She thinks her water broke. Her co-workers help us out to the car. We're not in a major rush because she's not having contractions. There's no "get me to the hospital" screaming or running red lights. I probably could have grabbed lunch at a drive-thru, but that would have been pushing it.
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