This seemed a little over the top. This was so ridiculous. I was fine. I'm 24 weeks and this is just Braxton hicks. it's not real labor, I should be off working. I'm clearly fine. I can take care of myself. I have to trust Na though. I have to do what she says. She took care of me. So I guess I have to just call my husband. I just don't want him to worry. I'm obviously fine. I'm going to be just fine. I'm walking out here just fine.
I picked up my phone and called my husband. It rang and rang until I heard a voice " hello!" I stayed calm " hey... it's me!" Matt spoke " Gabby you okay..?" I laughed " funny you should ask... don't worry or freak out or anything!" He got quiet " ya... what happened?" I spoke " well... I wasn't feeling good.. My stomach was hurting so Nat made me have an ultrasound.." Matt asked " what's wrong..?" I kept him as calm as I could " well... Nat thinks I'm just fine but she wants the OB to double check just to be sure.. can you get down here" He stuttered " y..y..yeah ya.. ya... sh..sh..sure.."
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