My U. I. ( Unfortunate Incarceration)

" Nobody knows the trouble I've seen..." It was bound to happen, my incarceration that is. My body had not been behaving and had put me on bed rest( aka minimum security) for a week. I thought that as long as we were good prisoners and "Ms. Cerv." stayed out of trouble we would be just fine. Bed rest at home wasn't so bad. I could still micromanage my family from across the house. No problem! I'd hear a loud crash and I'd yell "What was that ? Are you okay?" Knowing full well I couldn't help. The toilet in the hall outside my bedroom would flush, but the faucet wouldn't go on so I'd yell " Wash your hands! Wash your hands!" like a maniac until SOMEONE complied. But, even being a model " inmate" I knew my dream of minimum security was going down the drain. Every time I was granted "leave" for a doctor's appointment I would pack my bag and kiss my babies...just in case. This last week , while sitting with the warden ...uh...doctor I was told the bad news. "Ms. Cerv." was up to her old tricks and it was going to land me in the hospital...the big house...maximum security! I cried and cried at the warden hoping for some leniency . He said I may be granted parole in a few days. I reluctantly went. I got my prison bracelet, prison uniform, and the all comfy prison bed. The Four Seasons this was not! Of course never having been the Four Seasons I can't really compare. A few days went by, my contractions stopped and the doctor was ready to sign my release. I said " Not yet!". The hospital is no fun, but at least it is safe. I wanted another ultrasound before I was ready to face society again as a free citizen.The news was a little better after the last ultrasound, but still not out of the scary zone. Here it is quiet. I can get in and out of bed with out the help of a step stool. I don't stress( too much) about what is going on in my house..besides we'll just have a boot camp when I get home to undo any damage. I don't have to sit in the doctor's office 3-6 hours for an appointment and best of all I'm giving my baby ...God's gift...a chance at survival. So for now, I will bang my plastic cup against my bed rails, sing my sad songs , and keep a tally of my days served. For my baby's sake I hope it is a long sentence. As for me, some may worry that I will lose my mind, but those who know me well know that it was lost years ago!