While I think this is mostly embarrassing for me, it’s a story about Baby Cakes that maybe someday I will appreciate.

We spent this morning in the hospital.  I’ve been having contractions all weekend.  The contractions are definitely more evident than they have been but they aren’t double over, can’t move, want to die, painful like I hear they can be.  But what was weird was after each contraction I could feel myself leaking.  Has my water broke?

You can imagine someone who is 3cm dilated, 70% effaced, station 0 and feeling few contractions – the first sign of a “real” contraction or any sort of pattern of contractions, my head goes straight to look out world, here comes Baby C!  Well, as proven this weekend, this isn’t always the case.

Because of a thing called Group B Strep and my anxiousness about contractions, we decided to call the on-call doctor, assuming she’d ask us a few questions and say “don’t worry, everybody is fine.”  By calling, we will feel better by having done our due diligence of checking with the experts (and not just the online experts).  Instead of “don’t worry, everybody is fine,” after no questions, she asked “how fast can you get in here?”  I was pretty sure I was going to have to be induced.

Three and a half hours in the hospital and two tests (one uncomfortable, one not) later, it was determined my water had not broke.  There wasn’t a slow leak.  Good, right?  No inducing for us.  What was it then?  “It was probably just vaginal secretions.”  ‘So, you’re saying I am peeing myself?’  I mean, I’ve been peeing on my own for thirty some years – I know what it feels like.  I know how to stop it.  I know that I was NOT PEEING MYSELF!  She was nice and called it vaginal secretions again.

Could be anything but it’s not amniotic fluid.