Trial Run

The Final Countdown has begun...

I woke up at 2:30 Saturday morning with contractions. I started timing them around 3:30 and realized they were coming every four minutes. Although they weren't that painful, my handy dandy "Call us if the following happens" list said to call the doctor if they were less than five minutes apart. So...around 4:30, I called the on call doctor who sleepily told me to head to the hospital.

Fast forward an hour because that's how long it took to get out the door, and we were on our way. We dropped a snuggly Joseph off with Boppa and G and arrived at the hospital in the pre-dawn light.

Three hours later, we were having breakfast after being sent home. Although the contractions were continuing, I was not dilated.

The good news? We're definitely in the home stretch. Little Gertie is locked and loaded. All the nurses agreed that it'd be any day now. (Not much of a promise considering I'm due in a week.)

The bad news? We didn't come home with a baby.

We've decided to call this trip "The Trial Run". We learned a few things...

1. Make sure the car has a full tank of gas.
2. The contractions should too hard to speak through before heading to the hospital. (Unless my water breaks first.)
3. We're glad we now have bags packed for all three of us.
4. Becky needs to keep her phone by her bed.
5. Be sure to have a few dollars for vending machines on hand. Poor Chad was falling asleep in the room while the nurses were trying to talk to us. An energy drink would have gone a long way.

With all that in mind...we'll be ready. Next time.