Now that I’m so close to meeting my baby boy, I can’t stop thinking about how labor will start.
A month ago Brian and I were out to dinner with two couple friends of ours. Caroline’s baby was due in a week and leading up to the dinner we kept joking over text messages about her baby staying put until our dinner date so we wouldn’t have to reschedule. Sure enough, baby stayed put…but only until dessert. As we devoured our sweet treats and decaf espresso beverages, Caroline quickly excused herself to the restroom. I ran after her to make sure she was alright, and sure enough, her water broke! We all paid our bills quickly and wished them good luck, delighted to get a text the next day that mama was doing well and baby Benjamin was healthy. Talk about a perfect going-into-labor story, right?
So for those of you who have kids, I’m wondering—how (or where?) did labor start for you? I’d love to hear you share your stories! (Those of you who don’t have kids, feel free to share about other people’s stories like I just did!)
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