"Help she's in labor!" Tyson shouts as we walk into the emergency room.
Nurses come running towards me as I just hunch over holding onto the base of my stomach as I try to hold in the groan that wants to be released from my mouth. There was no need to cause Tyson to worry more than he already is, especially when he looks like he is about to pass out from all the worry and stress that he's holding.
It was quite funny actually when my mom told him I was in labor. At first, he didn't believe it until I came waddling over to them, with the warm liquid running down my legs. He was staring at me in disbelief and was frozen in spot. My mom had to literally slap him to make him snap out of his frozen state, and now he's going all crazy.
"Sweetie, can you tell us how far along you are?" A nurse
