Feeling extremely pregnant & done I decided today was the day I did everything in my power to get this baby out & kick start my labor. My doctor said if I progressed to at least a 3 he would induce me on the 16th, otherwise he wouldn't induce me until the 24th..so I was pretty dang motivated to get it going.
We tried every weird idea we've heard to get this baby out, who knows which/if any of them actually worked or if it was just a happy coincidence but something that day pushed me into labor!
At about 9:00 p.m. we were cleaning the kitchen & I bent over & felt like I had peed a little..which I mean, I'm pregnant so lets not pretend it hasn't happened before..so embarrassed I ran upstairs & changed. I came back down and it happened again & I instantly was like OH MY GOSH it's my water. It wasn't a gush of anything, it was light, and just kind of trickled all night so I put on a pad & continued cleaning. I figured the best way to get my water to break all the way was to keep on moving.
Kevin & I made sure our entire house was packed in my hospital bags, loaded them up in the car, did the dishes, folded the laundry, painted my nails (obviously), ran around our house like mad straightening pillows & vacuuming? Completely normal things to do in the middle of the night when you think you're going to have a baby.
A few hours later I started having intense contractions, I had been having more mellow contractions for a whole week & so I had become pretty pro at bouncing on my exercise ball through them. By about midnight Kevin passed out & I just kept pushing through the contractions while my water broke more and more with each contraction. I started to keep track of the contractions on my phone and was noticing they were falling into a pattern and getting closer and closer.
Laboring at home was my plan all along, I wanted to get as far as I could before I had to go into the hospital and I was just crossing my fingers that after all these contractions that I was actually progressing by the time we got there. By about 5:30 a.m. my contractions were pretty close together and I woke up Kevin so we could head to the hospital. We hopped in the car, which has to be the worst place to deal with contractions but we made it & no baby was delivered in the car (Kevin's worst fear).
I'll never forget the look on Kevin's face..he was actually sitting by me eating a hamburger and his jaw dropped and he instantly went white. Of course tears just started pouring out of me. The last thing I wanted was a c-section & I was terrified. My mom and Kevin calmed me down a little and after a few minutes they whisked us off to the operating room.