Date: Somewhere in Time
The Doctor said my "Due Date" was December 8th!
On December 7th, my husband went off to work & I was alone in our 3rd Floor Apartment waddling around very pregnant; filled with the usual angst of a 1st Timer!
You know Gals; "There's no turning back now - you will have this Baby"!
All of a sudden I heard a key trying to get in my front door. Then quiet. Then another try with multiple keys clanging against each other. And again & again. And then muffled male voices as another key is tried.
My heart was pounding & feeling extra vulnerable in my over-ripe self; I either called my husband on the phone or just froze. Right now; I have no recollection.
But I do remember opening the door (now, that was stupid) and seeing men in white with paint pails & brushes; surprised I answered the door - and in such an inflated condition. At one point; someone said "Wrong Floor"!
I immediately "went into labor" & went to the hospital at 10 am on December 7th & on December 8th at 6:42 am - a beautiful baby boy was born in George Washington University Hospital in D.C. Yes guys; you do the Math!
Would I have gone anyway that day? I'll never know. But to this day; that grown up boy is not afraid of Clowns or Newt Gingrich - but Painters!
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Comments
You may have hit on the reason I've always been afraid of vacuum cleaner salesmen!!
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The only difference for me is that I'm more careful about answering the door, and never give money to strangers, no matter what the cause. A number of strange characters have turned up over the years, including a fake detective, and more recently two guys in suits, one of whom was hiding out of sight, then just showing only his face. They were looking for someone else. We live in very weird times.