Kembry was born three weeks early, and I'm convinced that my brain was not chronologically prepared to have her.
Being the proactive, organized woman I am (insert chuckle) I planned to get my hair cut and colored two weeks before her due date.
So, instead of being 38 weeks pregnant, I had a one week old baby. I headed up to get my hair cut and colored. I sat down, she noticed I was missing my giant belly. We talked and laughed about the surprise Kembry was. She asked how cute she was, I showed her pictures. My head now had enough foil in it to contact E.T., when she asked, "So is your mom watching the baby?"
OH SWEAR WORD!
I left her in the car.
I left my one week old baby in the car.
I left my FIVE AND A HALF POUNDS ONE WEEK OLD BABY IN THE CAR!
Luckily it was a cool, rainy day. She was fast asleep. And there were no child service workers in the area to arrest me and throw me in jail.
This is why I am on bed rest. I can't even imagine what would happen if baby girl came early. Would I leave her in the hospital? In the car? At the grocery store in the ladies bathroom? At MCDONALDS?! Will they give her away as a happy meal toy? Will I have to pick her up at the church lost and found?
I am even more resolved to stay down and behave.