ALISON
Spoiler alert: having sex with Noah did not start my labor.
But it sure was worth the effort.
Two days after that monumental night-and after we'd given it the good old college try several more times-we went to Maggie's office. I was in a rotten mood-being a million years pregnant can do that to a person-and poor Noah looked a little haggard. He'd been sleeping with me in my bed (we both clung to the excuse that if I went into labor, I'd want him closer than across the hall), which meant that he woke up whenever I had to climb out of that bed to pee. He thought I'd been exaggerating about how often I had to go. He was quickly disabused of that notion.
After a quick exam, Maggie made some notes on her tablet and then turned to the both of us.
"So listen," she began. "Do you want to have this baby?"