I Wouldn't Change A Thing
English Composition 1
Rough Draft - February 6, 2014
I Wouldn’t Change A Thing Of course I parked in a handicapped spot; of course there is no sign, except the little painting on the ground that looks as if it has been here since Vietnam; and, of course I have to use the bathroom again, I am thirty-six weeks pregnant after all. This day has started off to be a great one. Don’t get me wrong, being pregnant is a beautiful experience. I love feeling the baby kick and somersault around inside my belly, feeling the little bounces of his hiccups, and hearing his little heartbeat. It is just amazing. The thought of knowing that I made him and he will soon be my little miracle warms my heart. I want to welcome my little boy into the world, sooner rather than later, and am anxiously awaiting my due date. I thought about leaving the car in the handicapped spot and proceeding to check in for my appointment at my second home, the doctor’s office. But, with my luck, I would probably get a ticket in the short amount of time it would take to me to check in. Plus, let’s face it; I am way too big to actually want to walk all the way back out here on this cold day in December to move my car. I debated with myself for a brief moment while standing outside, but eventually proceeded to walk back to the car and swing open the door to the driver’s side of my little, silver Toyota Camry. The door was opened with such force and aggravation that I almost ripped it off. I start to climb into the driver’s seat when the most distressing thing happened. I peed my pants! It took me about ten seconds to realize that this didn't actually feel like urine and it didn't smell like it either. I am almost certain my water just broke. After I move the car, since I still don't want a ticket, I waddle my way into the doctor’s office at a rapid pace. I don’t remember the last time I was able to move this fast. I made a brilliant entrance and yelled out “My water just broke.” That is when it hit
Rough Draft - February 6, 2014
I Wouldn’t Change A Thing Of course I parked in a handicapped spot; of course there is no sign, except the little painting on the ground that looks as if it has been here since Vietnam; and, of course I have to use the bathroom again, I am thirty-six weeks pregnant after all. This day has started off to be a great one. Don’t get me wrong, being pregnant is a beautiful experience. I love feeling the baby kick and somersault around inside my belly, feeling the little bounces of his hiccups, and hearing his little heartbeat. It is just amazing. The thought of knowing that I made him and he will soon be my little miracle warms my heart. I want to welcome my little boy into the world, sooner rather than later, and am anxiously awaiting my due date. I thought about leaving the car in the handicapped spot and proceeding to check in for my appointment at my second home, the doctor’s office. But, with my luck, I would probably get a ticket in the short amount of time it would take to me to check in. Plus, let’s face it; I am way too big to actually want to walk all the way back out here on this cold day in December to move my car. I debated with myself for a brief moment while standing outside, but eventually proceeded to walk back to the car and swing open the door to the driver’s side of my little, silver Toyota Camry. The door was opened with such force and aggravation that I almost ripped it off. I start to climb into the driver’s seat when the most distressing thing happened. I peed my pants! It took me about ten seconds to realize that this didn't actually feel like urine and it didn't smell like it either. I am almost certain my water just broke. After I move the car, since I still don't want a ticket, I waddle my way into the doctor’s office at a rapid pace. I don’t remember the last time I was able to move this fast. I made a brilliant entrance and yelled out “My water just broke.” That is when it hit