I am over the flu bug that had me knocked-out yesterday. Thankfully I can focus on caring for my family.
Except. As I was waking up in bed, I started noticing that I was having a fair amount of contractions. These are the "braxton hicks" contractions that I've been having for months, but they were strong enough to make me stop and focus through them. And they were frequent - every 5-10 minutes.
I rolled over in bed to see if a different position might stop them. But they kept coming. So I called Brian at work and said "I am calling to put you on Orange Alert - make sure you answer your phone today".
I had a feeling that once I was up and moving around, the contractions might stop. At least that's what I hoped. And they did. Praise the Lord.
So a little while later I called Brian to let him know he was off "alert".
Then a while later I get a call from Brian and his cube-mate, who was listening in the background.
Brian: Yeah, so Quinn and I were talking, and we feel like you violated the color-code.
Me: Oh you do?
Brian: Yeah, so we've been working on a chart. The White Family Labor Code Chart.
Me: Um, okay.
Brian: We have green, blue, orange and red. We feel like you violated the use of orange.
Me: Wow, I'm so sorry.
Brian: Blue is where you need to be if you are feeling suspicious. Orange is where labor is imminent. Red means get home now.
Me: Then at this point I think I can just permanently reside at Blue.
Brian: (spoken to his cube-mate) She wants to reside at Blue. I don't think she can do that. Can she? No, you can't do that.
Me: Fine. Downgrade me to green. I'll call you with updates.
Brian: Please just page me with colors.
I'm off to wash the two baby onesies I own.