I am pregnant and getting ready to deliver but the medical staff is not clear where to put me. I end up in a room where there are at least seven other beds but they are all empty so I’m pretty much alone.  There are friends there with me but nobody I recognize. I have a single contraction at one point, breathing through it.  I am not  in full labor yet, obviously, but walking around in hopes of encouraging the labor to progress more quickly.  My friends leave me and a nurse comes in to announce that they are going to give me an enema.  I balk, at first, but realize that, although I didn’t need one the first two times I gave birth, I may need one this time.  I feel like I could use the bathroom and ask the nurse to come back later.  I’m also hungry but they won’t allow me to eat until after I’ve given birth so I continue to walk around, hoping the pregnancy will progress quickly, wondering if once again I’ll be alone in the delivery room, surrounded by a bunch of strangers behind medical masks instead of sharing this experience with someone who knows me.