False Alarms and Postive Thinking

WARNING: This blog post includes talk about peeing ones pants. I'm man enough to admit it happened to me. Deal with it or stop reading. :o)

So yesterday (Tuesday) was the free day at the Denver Botanic Gardens. Since finding this out, the plan was if I hadn't already gone into labor, I'd just walk myself into labor. Sounds like a great plan, right?

Well, Jack and I headed off yesterday afternoon and had a blast at "the Gardens" as he called it. I'd never been to the Mordecai Children's Garden section, but it was awesome! He loved playing in the dirt and getting to touch all the plants. There was a pond where we spent a long time watching the geese and the ducks. After about an hour, we headed to the 'big garden' and walked there as well. Lovely time, but Jack was very confused about where the lions were. Apparently the Botanic Gardens are very similar to the zoo and he was out of interest for plants.

"Mommy, I can't fly! I have hands!"

Wonderful mommy that I am, we packed up and headed up the street to the zoo. Luckily we have a pass there, so the day was still free! After about 15 minutes there, I started to feel contractions. WOO HOO! I knew they weren't "real" but it was progress. (NOTE: the pee talk is about to commence) When we stopped to go to the bathroom I was helping Jack and couldn't help but think that I'd peed in my own pants (just a little mind you). I was so mortified! We get after Jack for having wet pants and here I am - peeing my pants like I'M the one potty training.

Side note: For readers who've never been pregnant, this is super common, but one of those things that no one really wants to admit to. Why? Because I just told the world I peed my pants. You'll never look at me the same, right? :o) Whatever. Truly, all I could think about was the Facebook thread where Bridget told me to take an extra pair of pants in case my water broke. I can hear her laugh already, accompanied by "Dumbass!" Here's to you my friend. Touche.

But that got me thinking, did my water break and just get blocked by her head? Also very common from what I hear. I eventually put it in the back of my mind and we went on to visit the gorillas, lions, and hippo.
Five hours (and a MAJOR "I don't want to leave the zoo! meltdown) later, I'm talking to my mom, who I can admit these things to and tell her I'm pretty sure I peed my pants - hardy, har, har. She was the one who convinced me to call the midwives and ask their opinion. Twenty minutes later I'm saying goodnight to Jack and Mitch and heading to the hospital. (No, Mitch didn't come with me - in the event of it really being my water breaking, the midwife said I'd probably have time to go back home and get my things in order.)

By midnight, I'd learned that no, it wasn't my water, but baby girl has descended "really far" and I'm 2 cm dilated. While I was disappointed that a  birth wasn't going down, I'm glad she gets to come in her own time. Jessica (the midwife) said that she expected to see me back "within the week", so I'll take that! In the meantime, Jack and I are cleaning the house everyday hoping that we'll have guests soon. Today we also planted pansies in the planter boxes! Very fun times!