started timing. it was impossible to sit or talk through them. i jammed myself into a corner with the door, the bed and the cupboard, pressed down and stamped through them. fast.fast.fast. stamp.stamp.stamp. i worked out slower and harder worked better, bearing down worked better. i sank into a squat. stamp. stamp. stamp. soon. soon. soon.
"over now," i said. my uterus was still like a ball of cement, but the pain had stopped.
"that was two minutes. you may be right. she may be coming." there was surprise in his voice. i'd told him the night before i was sure the little one was coming - my show had started and 