Dean What Have You Done?

ughhhh

DEAN POV: "We really gotta go," I say scornfully. "We'd stayed at Ellen's for over 2 weeks. Bobby was kinda pissed, to say the least, considering I was rounding my third trimester and and I couldn't see the end of my swell. I was huge, and I knew the car ride home was going to be fun. I gave Ellen and Jo right higs around the neck, thanking them for everything. I make me a bed type deal in the passenger seat of the car, and Sam drives off. Being 30 weeks pregnant in a car really sucked. I kept rocking ny widened hips, and just kept trying to find any way to get comfortable. "Do you need to use the bathroom?" Sam asks concerned. "Yes and no," I say with a sigh. "I'm just suddenly feeling this pressure on my hips." "I think you mean your pelvis. Dean, I think the baby dropped into position." I smiled," This sucks, I wish it would go back to how it was." Sam smiled, then pulled into the next gas station we passed. I used the restroom, and no one recognized it was me, with the new hair color, haircut, and swollen face. The ride back to Bobby's was filled with more bathroom breaks, and baby talk.