It's like, 4:30 in the morning right now. Sometime around 3 Stepheni woke me up with a grab at my ankle. She was kind of hunched over-like, "I think my water just broke". Geez, all these announcements when a guy's trying to get some sleep.
She had in fact sprung a leak, and it just kept on coming. She kept leaking as we started making some last minute preparations, texting the parents, calling the midwives, packing a few last things, checking Facebook. You know, the important things. Stepheni described the amniotic fluid as colorless and odorless, and while I would say so, I would say so mostly. I smelt the towel that she conveniently soaked through, and I got the urge to clean, eat fried foods, and cry all at the same time. Potent stuff, do not ingest.
The midwife on call instructed us to wait until about 9am when the hospital desk opens and go in there, because as of right now Stepheni isn't having any contractions. Not the greatest because the contractions are supposed to come first and then the water breaking, because apparently there is a greater risk of infection if the contractions don't follow soon thereafter. So in a few hours we will go in and they may induce her to help things proceed, simply because of the chance of infection. Not ideal, but I hear that babies make hash of your plans anyways, so we might as well start here. I gave Stepheni a blessing and we pray that things continue naturally without the need of drugs or intervention.
So now, I'm chilling here, pretty excited, waiting until all the hoodlums go home so I can go out and put in the carseat and load up the pillows so we can go to the hospital at 9, probably making a stop somewhere they serve unhealthy food before we do, y'know, for Mom. ;-)
Let it be known, that during all this, Stepheni has been completely rational. I dunno what they are talking about on TV where the parents are freaking out and going crazy when someone's water breaks. Bah, Hollywood.
Oh yeah, I don't have to go to work today!
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