Amelia was feeling “nesty.” First of all she started cleaning out the kitchen cupboards, but she got short of breath, and George made her sit down while he finished the job.
Then Amelia decided she wanted to rearrange furniture.
“Please, no, Amelia,” George said. “You know you can’t move the furniture alone, and I’m exhausted! Can we not move furniture today?”
That was understandable. Poor George was being such a big champion of getting ready for the baby, and if he was saying he was tired in so many words, then he was well and truly tired.
So Amelia decided to pull out an old embroidery project that she’d started ages ago. It was a bookshelf with an array of different coloured books, and it just made Amelia feel happy to look at it. So she pulled out her embroidery thread and a needle, and she got to work.
“Why don’t you read a book?” George asked.
“I can’t,” Amelia said.
“Watch a movie?”
“I can’t sit still, George,” she replied. “I just want to make our home pretty. I can’t help myself.”
So George sat down next to Amelia, and he started an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie. Amelia happily embroidered, and George happily watched Terminator. Once the pollywog arrived, George would have to be much more careful about his TV watching, so he was making the most of it while he could. And Amelia just wanted to embroider.
It was a nice evening. No furniture was moved.
George was experimenting with pollywog diapers. They had a package of diapers ready for when they brought the baby home, and George got curious about the layers. So he cut it apart, and then a bunch of fuzz fell out, and so George gathered up the fuzz and flushed it down the toilet.
That was a big mistake. George realized that when the bowl started to fill and overflow onto the bathroom floor. George grabbed the plunger and leapt into action.
“What’s happening?” Amelia asked, coming into the bathroom.
“Science,” George said.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I conducted an experiment. And I discovered that any piece of diaper you dump down the toilet will clog it up.”
“Even a piece of it?” Amelia asked.
“Even the fluff from the inside of it,” George said.
“Wow…” Amelia murmured. “That’s good to know.”
George continued to plunge until the clog was loosened. They both stood silently, watching the toilet bowl empty and then fill to the proper level.
“We don’t know enough about baby stuff do we?” Amelia asked dismally.
“I’m going to Google things,” George said.
“We both probably should,” Amelia agreed, and gave her belly a little rub.
At least this particular mistake wouldn’t be made twice! That was a small comfort.
One morning, Amelia woke up feeling off. She called her mother on the phone and her mother said,
“Well, Amelia, all of my pollywogs came early. Doctors have a lot of trouble figuring out just how far along a pollywog is through an ultrasound.”
“I didn’t know that!” Amelia said.
“How do you feel, dear?” her mother asked.
“I’m twingy and sore,” Amelia said. “I keep getting those Braxton Hicks contractions.”
“How long do they last?” her mother asked.
“A couple of minutes,” Amelia said.
“How many have you gotten?” her mother asked.
“Oh, six or seven,” Amelia said. “Ouch. Here’s another one.”
This one was stronger, and Amelia couldn’t talk until it had passed.
“Amelia, dear, I want you to get out of the tub and call your husband,” her mother said in a low, very calm voice.
“I don’t want to bother him,” Amelia said. “I have a few weeks until I’m due.”
“Amelia, call George.”
“I think I’m fine.”
“Call George.”
“He’s got an important meeting today about economic benchmarks, or something like that,” Amelia said.
“CALL YOUR HUSBAND!” her mother finally exploded. “CALL HIM!”
“Oh, fine…” Amelia said. “Oh, wait… here comes another one… Ouch! Oh, this hurts…”
But Amelia did call her husband, and George ran out of the economic benchmark meeting and dashed out to his car. Amelia was quite certain this was nothing at all, but George just had a feeling.
Call it fatherly intuition if you will, but George made it home in record time, and he bundled Amelia into the car.
They were off to the hospital.
Again.
I hope you’re enjoying these Knitted Newlywed stories. I have so much fun putting them together… and buying the miniatures to go with them.
If you enjoy these fun little stories, and you like to read about love and relationships, you might just enjoy my books. Have you checked them out yet?
Happy reading!
❤
Patricia Johns 
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