Aisle Twelve

Friday Night, June 29 I had been feeling a little crampy low in my stomach the night before.  I felt absolutely great on Friday. We went to bed at about midnight that night.  An hour and a half later I awoke and sat straight up in bed, my water was breaking.  Saturday, June 30 1:30 a.mm, I am in the bathroom as my water is breaking, Dad is frantically asking questions, is this really happening?  What do we do?  Do we go to the hospital?  I told him to call our doctor's office who advised us to yes, go to the hospital.  We packed the last minute things that needed to go in our bags I had waiting next to our beds and were off.  I was feeling no contractions and no pain.  I was just excited, excited, excited.  We drove in the darkness to the quiet hospital and checked in.  They checked me out and told me I was only a fingertip dilated.  That dialed down my excitement a little, this was clearly not going to be a quick event.  Oh well, I figured by lunch time I wo