That and walking through contractions at a local park.
We really thought that yesterday was the day. Our daughter's birthday. But apparently she didn't think it was time to come out yet. I started having contractions around 4am. They kept me up. But not David. He can sleep through anything. Around 7 he woke up and realized I was in pain. So we started timing them. And they kept getting closer. I decided to take a shower. I mean, if I was going to give birth I wanted to look good for the pictures, right. He kept timing as I was in the shower and the were 1-2 minutes apart. Ummm. I got out of the shower and started drying my hair. Apparently that was a no-no. David was like, "We have GOT to go!" So we packed up the car and hurried to the doctor only to be told that I was in early (latent) labor.
By the time we got there and I was examined my contractions were 6-10 minutes apart. And I was 3 cm. She told us to go walk around and come back when they got 3-4 minutes apart.
So we went and ate mexican and then headed to the park. We were pretty pumped at this point, thinking we were going to meet our daughter shortly. We spent hours walking. I would stop and breathe through the contractions. And they started getting closer together. When they got 2-3 minutes apart we decided to head back to the doctor's office.
Again, I was told that I was in early labor. At this point I'm 4cm. And they expected to see me at the hospital sometime last night. I guess I proved them wrong.
Maybe this little girl will hurry up and come soon.
