You know what comes in pretty handy sometimes?
My Dad being an OB/GYN.
Especially when I am pregnant.
Yes I am a little spoiled.
Because I can speak to a Doctor at all hours of the night.
And not feel bad.
In fact how do the rest of you all do it?
I called him at 11 PM last night and told him I had to go to the bathroom about every five minutes.
And then he told me he was bringing me cranberry juice.

Did I ever tell you that when I was in labor with Chloe...that wasn't progressing after a day and half...that my Dad came over with his monitor and hooked me up to check Chloe's heart rate when I had a contraction.

And then he said, "I'll be right back. I am going to go show it to your Doctor at the hospital."
And then he called me and said, "They are going to admit you."
And I said, "Score!"
What my Dad had neglected to tell me was that Chloe's heart rate was dropping with every contraction.
That's why I got in.
I thought I was getting special treatment because my Dad knows everyone over there.
Anyway, they induced me and Chloe was born....with a knot in her chord...And I thought to myself, thank goodness for my Dad.
I have the best Dad in the whole entire world.