I was sleeping the most uncomfortable sleep ever. I had a snack just before bed of pizzelles with Nutella and a glass of milk. I heaved my huge Shamu-body onto the futon in Brodie's room, and completed the 87 point turn necessary to get myself situated among a bed of pillows. Things jabbed my ribs, my lungs, my bladder, my spine. I had to roll myself out of bed every two hours to waddle to the bathroom. I cursed everything and everyone under the sun and moon. I tried to sleep as the alien-puppet show continued. It hurt to breathe; hurt to move. Every organ was compressed by my double cargo. I prayed for relief.
At 4:30 the next morning, my eyes snapped open as I felt the unmistakable *pop* of my water breaking...
To be continued in the morning. ;)
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