Playing Catch Up!

So, being as though I am 8 months into the pregnancy, and Clifton and I have been married for 3 years, I have quite a bit of catching up to do! I have been going back and forth all day about how to organize this blog.. I didn't think that it would be this mind boggling, but like every thing I do, I want it to be excellent.

As I continue to ponder the organization and layout of the blog, I will update you on the past week's events.

8/26-27/11
Sometime Friday night/early Saturday morning, unbeknownst to me, my water broke! As I normally do, I woke up to use the restroom during the night and noticed I had a wet spot on my bed (no this is not the norm); however, I thought that on this occasion I had wet the bed. I simply cleaned it up and went back to sleep.

8/27/11
I woke up Saturday morning feeling fine and packed Clifton's lunch for work. While in the kitchen, another small drip of 'pee' came down my leg. I hurried to the bathroom, thinking that I had to use it, even though I didn't have the urge to. When I told Clifton about the incident, he gave me a crazy look and said, "Woman, you can't feel when you have to pee?" I told him that it didn't feel like when I have to use the bathroom and let him know that I would call the doctor later that day. Clifton made an interesting comment following that announcement.. "Didn't they say this was normal during one of the classes we went to?", he said. To which I replied, "Hmmm.. Umm, I don't think so, but I will call Dr. Livingston just to be sure." Let Clifton tell it, had he not made his comment, I would not have called the doctor. In his mind, I only called to prove him wrong.

After an interview that ended around 9:45 that morning, I was preparing to hit the streets for the church's weekly evangelism outing, but figured I would call my doctor before I left. After a quick conversation, I soon realized that the simple dripping was a sign of something more serious! My water had broken due to a ruptured membrane and I needed to make my way to the hospital. Even after the talk with my doctor, I did not think that it was anything to be alarmed about. He simply told me to go to L&D and get 'checked out'. Naively, I thought that I would get 'checked out' and return back to the house to continue my Saturday agenda. Little did I know, this would be my last day of freedom until Sophia made her arrival.

On the way to L&D, I called my mom and she quickly brought me up to speed. She told me that I should pack a bag, prepare to be admitted and possibly deliver Sophia in the next few hours. Can you say reality check?! At that point, I wanted to slap myself for not taking her advice to pack my bags upon my return from the islands back in July, but hey, what good would that do? As often stated, mothers know best right :)

As she told me, I was admitted and remain under arrest to this day.

Well, it's 9:15pm here in Jackson and my milkshake and Clifton should be here soon. I am going to listen to baby girl's heartbeat for an hour and get settled for bed. The rest of the story will be continued tomorrow. Talk to you then..

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