“Little man's heart sounds amazing. Let's give you a check.”
I groaned.
One thing I was definitely not a fan of was having someone's hand shoved up my v****a.
Carly laughed.
“I know. Trust me, I hate the checks too. But it still needs to happen.”
“Fine.”
I laid back and suffered through it.
A moment later, Carly pulled off her glove.
“All right. You're four centimeters dilated and fifty percent effaced.”
I smiled.
Four centimeters.
I was getting closer to meeting my son.
“Let's get you dressed. Then I want you walking some and drinking more water.”
“Thanks, Carly.”
She rubbed my knee.
“That's what I'm here for.”
Carly helped me into a pair of relaxed-fit pants, a bra, and a shirt.
I put on deodorant, slipped my feet into flip-flops.
Then I took her arm as we headed toward
