As the continuing days pass I try to think little of when my little one will grace us with their presence. I go to my weekly appointments, listen as my doctor says I am dialated to one cm. and go about my day thinking, "woo hoo one cm. that could take forever to progress into more." I explain to my anxious husband that NO, one cm. isn't far along for this time and that YES, I could be stuck on this number FOREVER! (He is a little anxious about when this can all go down and getting to the hospital in a timely manner.) Ahhhh, nothing much happens after my appointment and the day eventually ends and we go to bed.
The following morning I get up early to shower so that I can be fresh and awake for our scheduled play date with our new friend. I go to the laundry room, squat down to pull out my clothes, and stand up to feel something warm and wet.
"Jooooeeel", I call out, "I think that my water just broke." Seriously he says? "I'm pretty sure" I tell him. I squatted down to get my clothes and I stand up to find that my pants are wet. I tell him the clothes I want thrown in a bag to take to the hospital and that I am going to take a quick shower and get around. I call my doctor to let her know what had just happened. She obviously told me to come into the hospital but also proceeds to tell me that it could just be urine, that this happens to a lot of women who have had multiple births. I, some what defensively, told her that I think I would of noticed if I wet my pants; I really don't even want to go into the Dr. office or hospital unless I'm pretty darn sure it is what it is.
As more time passes I start to question what really happened and if I indeed did wet myself. Surely not. When I sit down to go potty I can tell that I am going, not anything like what I felt this morning. After showering and cleaning up I head to the hospital to have a simple test run to tell if any amniotic fluid has been leaking......NOT! What?! You mean I wet my pants and had NO EARTHLY IDEA that that is what happened. I'm not feeling mortified by now but rather feeling silly that I made such a mistake, I mean after all I had NO idea what I had done this morning. A learning experience for me and an added reason why Joel is pushing for an inducement so that there are no more false alarms. :o)
Note to self: ALWAYS and I mean ALWAYS go to the bathroom before squatting in anyway shape or form. Thank God I didn't do this at a retail store!