Eight Months Pregnant, I Asked My Husband to Stop the Car — He Left Me on the Road

and the other was reaching back toward where the car door had been. My heart was hammering. The pain was still there, cresting and then backing off slightly, and I could not tell yet whether it was contractions or something else, could not tell whether I was about to go into labor on a residential street in the middle of a Tuesday morning, could not continue reading …