38 weeks!

I love to laugh, and the fact that my husband makes me laugh every day is high up on the list of reasons of why he's my husband. With that in mind, I've been debating as to whether I should share my false alarm/funny diagnosis story from a few days ago ... while embarrassing to me, it is pretty funny, so if I can bring some laughter to random blog readers on an otherwise boring Monday, then why not? So here's the deal ...

When I was putting on Piper's shoes last Friday morning before school, I felt a bunch of liquid come out of me. So I sat on the toilet, peed, and more liquid came out after that. Well, I thought my water was leaking! So I called the doc, who told me to go to the hospital and get checked out. So Reid brings Piper to school to buy us a couple of hours for her, I set up her pickup with a neighbor, finish packing our bag, and then we head to the hospital, thinking we're going to have a baby. Pretty exciting, right? Yeah, not so fast.

I get there and I'm having zero contractions, which I think is weird, and apparently so does the nurse. They monitor me for a bit - baby looks great, still no contractions, so they do amniotic fluid tests to make sure it was actually a leaking water situation. Those tests are negative, which means the only logical diagnosis is incontinence.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen, my diagnosis was peeing my pants.  Awesome.

The exciting news is I'm 4 cm dilated and the head is right there so I'm hoping it won't be too much longer. Of course that being said, this little peanut has been quiet as a church mouse the last couple of days. I've gone from having several contractions a day to pretty much nothing. I guess it's the calm before the storm, but I'm ready to get this show on the road! And so is Piper. The poor thing left for school on Friday thinking she was going to see us next at the hospital, when she met her new little brother or sister, and here it is 3 days later and there's still no little person to meet. She was definitely confused on Friday and I can tell she's trying to process this whole change, but she has no idea what she's processing. She'll know soon, but in the meantime, Big Baby (what she's named her favorite baby doll) has been trying out all the baby gear that is now cluttering our house, like the swing, pack and play, etc. Based on the pushes Big Baby was getting in the swing this morning, this next kid is going to have to be one tough nut - and will likely go on to design roller coasters.

Interestingly, the nurse at the hospital was convinced that we're having a girl. She's one of the very few to make that prediction, but I would put her into the classification of "expert" so time will tell. As an FYI, her basis for this prediction was the way I'm carrying.
Happy Monday!