11:15 a.m.: Working in my office for just over two hours and not having even stood up once, I felt as though I wet myself. I got up to go to the bathroom only to realize another coworker had just stepped in. I had a light breakfast (I ran out of cereal) so I decided to heat up my lunch, a menial four pierogies since my acid reflux had been kicking in and bland had been sounding pretty good for the past few days. While thankfully standing on the tile floor, I discovered my water broke. I immediately called my husband and then called my supervisor. This tidbit is worth mentioning because the last teen librarian's water broke and she immediately called the same person. I tried to quickly get my supervisor up to date on what was going on since I really wasn't where I wanted to be yet, because let's face it, I was pretty sure I had at least another week to get some things together. I felt like it took an hour to get her up to speed, but it was probably closer to 30 or 45 minutes. Then I drove myself home (about a 20-25 minute drive). I was not experiencing contractions, so I felt comfortable doing so.
12:15 p.m. (or somewhere around there): I get home to discover Matt had stopped by the store to pick up some baby detergent and tossed in a few baby items. Again, we were certain we still had at least a week before Eleanor arrived. I never did eat those pierogies and I knew I wasn't going to eat at the hospital, so I went to the kitchen and microwaved my lunch. The nurse or receptionist at the doctor talked to me and told me to grab my bag and go to the hospital. Still, I was not experiencing any contractions. "Do I have time to pack a bag?" "You don't have a bag packed?" she said with some alarm or concern in her voice. "What do I really need besides my toothbrush and toothpaste?" As a side note, what nurse or someone at the OB would alarmingly or surprisingly ask a pregnant lady that question. Way to stress someone out who is perfectly calm. Also, still no contractions.
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