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Continuing from my last post... We got to the hospital, and I was told that my water had not broken. What?!?! We were told because I wasn't having contractions that I would have to go home. I refused to leave as I KNEW my water had broken. Sure enough, the nurse looked at the pee pad I had been laying on and saw that I was leaking blood and fluids alright. And just like that, I was admitted to the hospital. As my contractions were nowhere to be found, and I was only 2 cm dilated, I was told that I could either walk around the hospital to start the contractions, or I could be hooked up into Pitocin to kickstart my labor. I opted for the drugs given that walking around had done absolutely nothing for me at home. I was hooked into the IV and HTB and I sat around for the afternoon. Contractions did not start for me until the early evening, and WHOA - I had NEVER experienced pain like that before! I asked for the epidural and was told that I couldn't have it until one of the 5 b

When I last wrote I was 36 weeks pregnant and was trying to determine when my lil one was going to make an appearance. Week 36...week 37...week 38...nothing but false alarms and sleepless nights. I had moved onto camping on the couch as I couldn't sleep in bed anymore. HTB moved onto the couch with me (solidarity!) and helped with BABY WATCH! The night before week 39, I had HAD it. I was bouncing all over the place shouting to my belly "COME OUT! COME OUT NOW! WE ARE READY WHY AREN'T YOU!?" and HTB brought home Baja Fresh with super spicy salsa. The sad part was it didn't taste spicy to me, but yum to my burrito! That night I slept better than I had for a long time. I woke up to week 39 in such a great mood! HTB did too so we took the dogs on a long walk together before he left for work. We joked around, he left, and I settled onto the couch for a day of Netflix and rest. Not even 10 minutes later I felt a gushing "down below." Recently I had an increa