Last Thursday morning about 3:30, we weren't sure if my water had broken, so we called the doctor and the doctor said, go in and get checked just in case. About two hours later, we came back home after getting everything checked, I went back to sleep for about half hour, then woke up and went into work.
Mitch was terrified when I woke him up, then ran around and got all of our bags together. You have to have at least one false alarm right? Later that day, after both of us had a long nap, Mitch was like, "That was fun!" Fun? I don't think I would call that fun.
Sunday night, we made smoothies and relaxed by the pool...
On Monday, Mitch let me take some prego pictures with both of us that just turned out pretty cheesy. But at least we documented it.
We also walked around Hermann Park and saw some baby ducks, a beaver, and some turtles. We were trying to get labor going so we decided to run up the hill by the amphitheater a few times. No luck.
Today, we went and played tennis to see if we could get labor going. It was super hot and humid and way fun, but still no signs of anything.
Happy 26th Birthday Mitch and hopefully you'll get your best birthday present ever!