Around 3:30 this morning, I woke up to pee. As I was washing my hands, SPLOOSH! And thus, my water, it hath broken.
So we’re at the hospital now. Contractions are mild and about every seven minutes or so. I’d like to think that the pain is going to stay this low-key, but I don’t think I’m that stupid.
Oh, and does everyone remember how my mom said she had “a feeling” that I was going to go into labor at some point on Friday or Saturday? And then this happens at 3:30 a.m. on Saturday morning? Yeah. Will someone please get that woman her own damn psychic hotline already? Jeez.