The week I delivered Quinn, James and Wil, I was huge. I was a real show stopper. I had stopped going into public because I was so uncomfortable and I got so many stares and "oh mys!"Anyway, at 35 weeks pregnant, our toilet broke. It was about 10 pm at night and there was nothing doing until the next day. So I am going to the bathroom about 6 times a night at this point, and it is March. Imagine a woman 8 months along with triplets having to go in the bucket in the backyard. Can you think of anything more uncomfortable? That is my worst experience ever -I was already tapped out because of the pregnancy, although I was never on bed rest. I was done, I had had it! I think I actually prayed for some medical reason for the Drs to take the babies.
Finally about 1am that night, I grabbed a key to N8s work and drove over there. Oh relief. On the way back, I drove past my friend Hannah's house. There she was sitting in a car with the boy her friends call "PB" counseling him about a failed romance. She jumped into my car and we took a lap around the neighborhood, it didn't seem so bad after that. It is like she was always in the right place to help people. Even from the MTC she sent her mother money to buy shoes for a sister in her district that didn't have the right footwear.
|Go ahead and Gawk all you Gawkers!|