I woke up at 5:30 this morning, too excited to go back to sleep! For no particular reason – it’s just how I wake up every night with insomnia. I did some reading until Matt got up at 7:30 for a run.
I sent out this Tweet…
And then I tried to go back to sleep.
And felt a little pop… and another pop. Like those Pop Rocks from the 90s!
I got out of bed and ran into Matt, who had come back inside and canceled his run because it was pouring down rain.
“I think my water might have broken. Either that or something is stretching in there!”
I went straight for the toilet and sure enough: water broken.
I called my doula and we talked about next steps. I was thankful to take a hot shower and get dressed (one of my irrational labor fears was to have to go to the hospital in the middle of the night without a shower or brushed teeth!) I started packing the last minute essentials…so surreal!
I made my bed….as perfectly as I could….for probably the last time as a family of 2!
And then I did what normal people do – made oatmeal and photographed it!
Labor day fuel.
No idea when I will see you next, but I’ll try to be on Twitter! Thanks so much for all of your comments and support this week : )