She abruptly woke me up from sleep. I was jolted so quickly that the next thing I remember was standing by the bed both of us looking down at the floor. A splat of mucous was what Jaycelle wanted to show me.
“Did my water bag break?” she asked me.
“It’s the bloody show!” I guessed.
We were both exhausted and ready to plunge into an afternoon nap. As Jaycelle was resting, I read to her the book, A Labour of Love by Gabrielle Targett which I borrowed from Shiphrah a couple of weeks ago. Right after the bookmark was the chapter about mucous plugs. It narrated our situation earlier and it said to just chill it out and stay at home yet. We were one page short on being saved from an unnecessary trip.