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.

Just yesterday, we watched a flash mob form right before of our eyes.  Just yesterday, we vowed to love each other forever.  Just yesterday, all of our favorite people on this planet came together to celebrate with us.

Forever ago, was our first time surfing a reef break.  Forever ago, was scrambling with my besties the night before trying to get everything ready for the big day.  Forever ago, was the many meltdowns of things that were in my head as perfect that only caused drama and stress.

The important stuff, yes the flash mob too, will forever be just like yesterday.  Our love, our family, our friends and the craziness and spontaneity that surrounds us because of our love, family and friends.

For our first anniversary, we didn’t do anything extremely special.  Heck, we can’t go too far!  But we re-lived our wedding as best we could; staying in the same suite, eating our same meal,  looking through photos and videos and laughing about what a perfect day it was.  We talked about how long ago it all seems, especially now, with Baby Cakes on the way.

It was only a year ago; but as our family expands and our relationship grows stronger, the just yesterday’s are what we look most forward to.