I was laboring at home, writing emails to Hubby that got less and less coherent as the day went on.
I soaked my ginormous self in our teeny tiny tub, dreaming of what my baby would look like. I got out, and my cat jumped in the water. I then chased her soaking wet mop of fur around my house... and then had a contraction.
It was the last day I didn't feel the need to "suck it in". Ah, pregnancy.
My mom got in a minor car accident on her way to my house after I called her telling her I thought I might be in labor.
Hubby came home from work to find me in full-on labor...then raced around the house packing a [second] hospital bag, not realizing we already had one packed and in the car. We ended up bringing way too much stuff!
My mom took this picture:
|Laboring at home. I sort of forgot how much that hurt!|
I saw my husband become the best, most attentive, engaged birth partner I could have asked for.
My life was about to drastically change forever.
I was not yet a mama.
...and then, 16 hours after that picture up there was taken, I was.