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"Last night about three AM, I found myself out of bed, the lights on, Blossoms standing at the doorway looking at me&amp;amp;#133;I had no memory of waking up, but I seemed to be putting my pants on. The covers were half off the bed, pillows arranged to look as if two people had been sleeping there just moments ago (which, of course, there had been). One leg in jeans and the other one still naked, I said, &amp;amp;#8220;Your water broke.&amp;amp;#8221; As if I were relaying the information to Blossoms. &amp;amp;#8220;Yes,&amp;amp;#8221; she said. &amp;amp;#8220;My water broke.&amp;amp;#8221; Apparently I had already heard that sentence, processed it before I kind of fully woke up, and that&amp;amp;#8217;s what had propelled my half-asleep into half my pants. I was in full Defcon 1. &amp;amp;#8220;We should go to the hospital,&amp;amp;#8221; I said. &amp;amp;#8220;Yeah,&amp;amp;#8221; she said, &amp;amp;#8220;let&amp;amp;#8217;s do that.&amp;amp;#8221; She was smiling at me. &amp;amp;#8220;Don&amp;amp;#8217;t smile at me!&amp;amp;#8221; I said. &amp;amp;#8220;I&amp;amp;#8217;m terrified!&amp;amp;#8221; We got our suitcase, which had been packed with hospital stuff for a few weeks already (let it be known: I am not responsible for this organizational coup), and went downstairs to find a taxi. I felt myself drawn into the orbit of the cliched new father. I made the taxi driver proceed at seven miles per hour. (He was extremely excited for us, told us he believed it would be a girl, and that she would have blond hair, and that she would be called Sabrina.) The hospital was was quiet. The main entrance shuttered. The security guard nodded at us as we passed him at the back door, having apparently seen this a bazillion times. Our doctor met us at the check-in desk. Blossoms appeared in the examining room, wheeled in a wheelchair in a gown and hospital slippers, looking unbearably adorable. They did the monitoring, the sound of the heartbeat (the freaking heartbeat!) broadcast over the empty hallways of the hospital. Blossoms wasn&amp;#x27;t in labor yet. It could happen any second, or it could happen in a week, who knows. &amp;amp;#8220;But,&amp;quot; the doctor said. &amp;quot;You&amp;amp;#8217;re not leaving here without a baby. It&amp;#x27;s happening.&amp;quot; It&amp;#x27;s happening. More soon. Get Glamour Wherever You Go! Follow us on Twitter. Friend us on Facebook. Add us to your Google homepage. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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