“Are you sure? You’re only 3cm dilated.”
Overhearing this, I sprung up. A neighbor, on her phone, speed-walking up the street, no longer pregnant, a hoodie disguising her post-partum belly, she continued her birth story: “At that point, I was screaming GIVE ME THE EPIDURAL!”
I smiled a wide smile. “Same!” I interjected back at her. In my head.