Kim woke me from my remote still in hand, Baseball Tonight still on the TV, sweet slumber around 12:45 with the words "Honey, I think I am leaking?!?" I had sat down on the extra double bed in our hotel room just two hours earlier with the expectation of catching up on the days happenings around MLB. Somewhere between Web Gems and Touch 'Em All I lost consiousness. It had been a long day.

Friday had started in Savannah, Georgia. We spent Thursday night in a hotel room, splitting our drive to Tallahassee across two days. We arrived at Kristin and Don's house a little after noon. The rest of Friday was filled with a trip to Publix for sandwiches, some Guitar Hero, an hour drive through five o'clock traffic, a wedding rehearsal, and a rehearsal dinner. The Cropenbaker rehearsal dinner was held at A&J's Blues Cafe, where the music is loud, the service is slow, and the the cajun seasonings are applied liberally. Some might say the latter was a contributing factor in the events that followed.

Upon Kim's informing me of her hypothesis, I quick concurred based on the empirical evidence found in her wet pants and the wet bed. She was indeed leaking. After a quick call to God on the prayer hotline, where I asked for guidance and wisdom1, I got up off the bed and entered into what can best be described as a shell shocked, deer in headlights mode. At this point I really regretted not finding the book from the Preparing for Childbirth class, Kim and I took at Rex, before leaving home.

1. back The words I used may have been closer to "Oh God. Oh God. What do I do?!? Okay breathe. It's going to be okay."

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