Boy Oh Boyers

Well, what a difference a day makes. Yesterday morning (the 4th of July) we woke up with plans for chores at home, a movie, some shopping, and then grilling out. Just after I got done soaking in a bath and chatting on the phone with Grammies (yes, same time...it's a favorite pasttime of mine), I noticed some leakage. Not the dramatic gush from the movies that got me and the neighbor's cat soaking wet, but just a little gush that could've been mistaken for something else. These little gushes didn't concern me (for the "something else" had been a part of life for months now, and I simply dealth with it), but in the afternoon I realized there is a chance my water broke. I called the doctor as a precaution; he said to come to the hospital and get it checked right away. We almost decided not to even bring my suitcase at all, since I was having no contractions and was sure we'd be sent home for another week or two of waiting. But when we got here, these cool little pH strips confirmed it was amniotic fluid. We aren't leaving here without a baby, baby!

Tom and I are doing fine here in the hospital. Last check said I was dilated to 8cm, and with the epidural in place since about 3cm my discomfort has been minimal. It's tough to sleep with all the little beeps and lights of the monitors, so after about an hour and a half cat-nap I'm wide awake again. Tom is still determined to go back to sleep over on his fold-out chair bed thingie.

It is at the same time beautiful and terrifying, both expected and absurd, and while long awaited, surprising that we're here. Now. Wow!