My phone vibrated: “Are you in labor yet?”
It was one of five similar texts I had received within a span of 48 hours. Never mind I was still four days away from my due date, or the fact that if I was in labor I can guarantee my first act of preparing to push a kid out of my hoohah would notbe to get on my phone to play catch up: hey how’s your Monday going my womb is contracting *smiley face emoji*.
But behind all that #SarcasmFont I smiled. Our baby was already so loved.