Sunday, February 11th at 8am on the dot I woke up to pee. While on the toilet I had a very painful contraction that annoyed me more than anything because I thought there was no way today was the day. I was 39 weeks, 5 days pregnant with my 3rd baby, 2nd free birth, and this was the longest I'd ever been pregnant. My older boys came at 37+3, and 37+6 on their own, so I thought for sure this babe would be the same.
I tried to lay back down but had 2 more painful contraction within 10 minutes. I decided to get a bath to try to relax; still not convinced this was the real deal. They died down while in the tub but were still more painful than the Braxton hicks I had been having since 35weeks. It was more of a pain in my cervix, and lower belly, and different from my other births. I got out around 10am, and they immediately became more frequent and painful. I woke up Tyler, my fiancé, and helped him get my birth space set up until it became too much to focus on. I started walked around outside in the 20 degree weather, and browsed through Facebook to get my mind off the pain. I was so hot, and nauseous the entire labor, and afterwards Tyler told me my whole body would go from dark red to purple during a contraction.