I awoke mid-dream with a contraction 3:30 a.m. on Friday, November 12, 2010. I attempted to get out of bed and use the toilet. I could hardly get to the foot of the bed. I tried timing the contractions, but couldn't tell where one stopped and the next one started. When I sat on the toilet for a few minutes deciding whether I should shower or just put on a bra, I realized, this is it. My brain was this foggy when I went into labor with my first.
Danny hopped in the shower and entertained scenarios of which phone to use when calling 911 this time should he need help being guided through delivery.
I called Angela. I was cold. surprisingly. I grabbed a princess receiving blanket with stripes on one side to keep myself warm.
The nurse is coming in soon and I have to shower. To be continued . . .