A week ago today around this time, I was planning on publishing a new blog post. I had it all written out – it talked about how we were still anxiously awaiting the baby’s arrival, how I was as ready as I was going to be, and how I also thought I might be pregnant forever because there just weren’t any solid labor signs.
I’d worked a full day, went home feeling completely exhausted (not normal for me) and decided to head out for a 45 minute walk. The cool air felt great, and the walk woke me up a little. I got home, walked in the door, started making dinner, and my water broke while I was standing at the stove. It was so uncontrollable, and so unexpected that I actually started laughing before I called Jeremy to tell him that things had started.
My contractions started 7 hours later, and that kicked off over 30 hours of labor (yes, really) that ended when our little girl finally arrived at 8:21AM on Thanksgiving morning. We love her so much that it actually hurts…something I couldn’t have ever understood before she arrived. I’m getting choked up just writing this out!
Things have been insane since we got home from the hospital on Friday afternoon. We’re not sleeping very much, mostly spending our time adjusting to the profound role changes we’ve just gone through. I plan on writing out her birth story here in the next week when she gives me enough free time to do it :). Thanks to everyone who has called, texted, stopped by, or even just offered to help – we appreciate you all so much.
