You need to check yourself, get to a bathroom.

You start off the bus and make a quick right turn into the first building and then a quick left into the girls’ room. For the last few months, at least as long as you had started showing, you had worn the same similar thing; a large loose fit dress, today was a thin flower print number, which you wear over a pair of soft stretchy yoga shorts, this time dark blue. The only change, at least in the last month, was that you had found wearing panties to be uncomfortable, so you had gone without. Slowly, you slipped into the largest stall paying very little attention to the people milling about waiting for class to begin. You had just closed the door and locked it when you found yourself gripped by a twinge at the base of your spine. Grunting with discomfort you looked at your watch, twenty minutes had passed from the last one. Breathing deeply, you tried to figure out what was causing the pains. You thought back to waking, when the first one hit you in the shower. It wasn’t painful, but it was there. Then there was the one at the bus stop, and the one just before you got to school, and then this one. Four pains wasn’t labor, not really. Was it? You didn’t know for sure, but you knew you couldn’t be in labor if you weren’t dilated.

You sat down on the toilet and dug into your bag finding the dogeared copy of “The Birthmothers Companion.’” A great full color book you had discovered in your endless research since discovering your condition. Since then, you read every book, magazine, and pamphlet about birth. Your parents even caught you once or twice, but they figured you were only reading it for your sister, and never asked you to explain further. Quickly you found the instruction you had marked and after a moment to steel your resolve, you slid your dark blue shorts down, and inserted a finger into your pussy lips slowly working down and back toward your ass. You felt nothing, so once again you checked the book, rereading the entry again and immediately you see what you did wrong. Sitting back on the toilet, you raised your left leg onto the lip of the seat while leaving your right on the floor. Once again you probed your neither’s with your finger until you felt the puckered lips of your cervix. You one finger slid easily inside, so you added a second and then a third finding that was the limit. Quickly you removed your fingers, and consulted the book finding that that meant three centimeters dilation. Though it wasn’t great that you found you was dilated, you found it at least put your mind at ease that the baby wasn’t going to come shooting out right then and there. You had time to think and as you relieved you aching bladder, something you were sure was also causing some of the discomfort, you thought about what you should do.

Just then, you heard the bell ring its warning that you had five minutes to get to class. You could go to your first class with Mister Jeromy. You loved his English class and if truth be told, you had a small crush on the first-year teacher. On the other hand, you could count on your invisibility, and skip class and hang out in the library and see if your pains go away.