But on Saturday, we decided to try to keep things moving. I walked, my mom made me red raspberry leaf tea every few hours, we shopped at Target, and we got pedicures (hoping the massage would help labor along). K timed the contractions, and they seemed to be getting closer together from every 30 min to every 20min. Eventually around dinner (salmon, San Juan couscous salad, and some wine), they were averaging 15 minutes apart. I figured I should find out from my OB when I should go get the antibiotics that I needed for GBS. I called his cell, and he said since I needed the antibiotics to be in my system longer than those not allergic to penicillin, to come in at about 3-4 cm. Well, how do I know when that is? I should know I'm at 4 when active labor starts... but it hadn't to my knowledge. I did have to stop to breathe b/c the contractions were stronger, but they were so irregular! So, I decided to go in and get checked, then at least I'd know, and I could move on, either staying and getting the IV or returning home to continue laboring. But after I was all packed up and before I left, I decided that I needed to call Kris on the ship. I needed to make sure I could get a hold of him. I needed to hear his voice, tell him that I was heading to the hospital, and to be ready. After a Chief Petty Officer in his office called him in his stateroom and told him “your wife is on the phone and she’s breathing really hard…,” he came up to his office and grabbed the phone! I assured him I was fine and apologized that he had scared him! But thankfully, Kris reassured me that he would be available and reachable all day. All I had to do was text him through email, and he'd be on the phone calling me. Phew. I started to tear up, and he asked me if I was OK. I think I paused and said, yes, but it was then that I realized that I really needed to cry and release my emotions of sadness that he wasn't there with me. While choking back tears, I told him that I wished that he was here, and said good-bye for now. I confessed to K that I needed to shed some emotions, so she suggested that we go pray. We did. And I did... once we prayed and I confessed to the Lord my sadness, I shed some tears, and put my trust back in him and relaxed a little. My contractions got stronger and closer together... we left immediately.