Let me set the stage....
It is September 1st and Ohio State is playing Miami University. I am feeling VERY pregnant but excited that football season is here and so is our daughters birth month!!
Buckeyes win!!! Fast forward to 9pm....I decide I have had enough football for the day and head upstairs to watch TV. I can't get comfortable in bed so I decided to take a shower to relax (So glad I did this...since I didn't get a shower for another 3 days). At 11pm, I climb back in bed and start dozing off to nonsense TV on E! Then I feel it....water.....as I jump up and quickly walk to the restroom, I yell for Nick. By the time he gets upstairs I am convinced my water has broken.
Since I wasn't having contractions (not strong ones, anyway) we paged the doctor and she told us to head to the hospital. I finished packing my bag....this was on the to-do list for the weekend but since I was only 36 weeks 5 days, I assumed I had time. I even loaded the dishwasher before heading out the door.
We laughed because the way that we pictured this moment in our heads wasn't anything like it played out in reality. It was very calm and exciting....not at all frantic or scary.
We got to OSU Medical Center around midnight. I was admitted, hooked up to an IV, and we were both told to try to get some sleep because I was only about 1.5 cm dilated. Sleep...yeah right??