The day of the baby shower

My due date was the 3rd of June 2014, as the date got closer I was understandably getting more and more nervous about becoming a first time mum. I wasn't too worried about the labour, as I just kept thinking, well he has to come out one way or another so what is the point in worrying.

I finished work on the 2nd of May using 2 weeks holiday before my officially maternity leave started on the 19th.

As you can imagine, it was pretty exciting knowing I was going to be off work for a whole 9 months! 

I had plans every day for the first week I had off, meeting my sister and hanging out with friends. I had intended to rest for the last part of pregnancy, only the next week didn't come.

I had my baby shower on Saturday the 10th of May at my mums house. I woke up that morning feeling very tired, but I'd put it down to staying up until 1am the night before playing Monopoly (what an exciting life I have) so I didn't think much of it.

I had a lovely time at the shower with all of my close friends and family. They got me the most amazing cake, though I didn't actually get to eat any in the end.

Once everyone had gone home, Ashley came round to my mums as did my sisters boyfriend Danny. We didn't really do a lot, watched a bit of Britains Got Talent and spent a lot of time laughing at Danny as he had had an operation on his tooth that day and was high as a kite on painkillers. 

It got to around 9:15pm and Ashley and I decided it was time to make a move, I'd managed to get him to agree to get me a Mcdonalds cheeseburger on the way home so I was looking forward to that bad boy! But, first stop, the toilet. 

I went to the loo and afterwards (fortunately still on the toilet) I heard and felt a strange popping sensation and a trickle. I tried to ignore it to start with as I wasn't sure if I'd imagined it or not. I went through to get my bits together to leave and the trickling continued. I giggled to my mum about feeling like I was weeing myself, her face dropped. I think I must have been in shock which was why I was laughing uncontrollably. 

I rang the hospital which is a 45 minute drive away from home, explained what had happened and they knew it must have been my waters breaking. I was shaking so much not quite believing it was all happening. They told me to leave it a while and to go in to be monitored at 11pm as I wasn't 37 weeks pregnant yet. So, Ashley and I made our way home, both in a state of shock. 

Once home, Ashley put towels all over a little coffee table and made me sit there so I didn't ruin the sofa (HA). He ran around like a headless chicken trying to sort out my hospital bag. We had packed it before but there were some bits that needed adding. Once that was all sorted out, we rushed to my mums to pick up my sister who I decided at the very last minute I wanted her there as a second birthing partner. Then off we went to the hospital.

I never did get that bloody cheeseburger! 

TBC