Many of you may have already heard "the story", but I thought it would be fun to share anyhow. Thursday evening, Oct 8th, was typical. Kyle and I went to bible study, joked with everyone about how we would have the baby that night, etc, etc. We had been hoping for the big event to begin every night for the last week or so. Everyday I felt closer and closer to popping.. belly getting more and more uncomfortable, but, it seemed like the day would never come. At 1:45 am on Thursday (Oct 9th), I woke up for my usual bathroom run and got back in bed. My lower back felt a little crampy... not unusual. I lay down there and the cramps got worse. I got up again, around 2am. The sequence of events gets a little blurry, but I kept walking around, then laying down and back and forth, but the cramps/contractions seemed to worsen with each one. Now it was in my abdomen as well. Probably at about 2am I called out to Kyle,"I think my water may have broken". Though, I wasn't positive. Finally, I tell Kyle, that I think things are happening. He stayed in bed for a while, thinking it was just false labor. I got out my books on labor and started reading and reading to see if i could figure out what was going on. Kyle said I should time the contractions. I did, but they were only 1 minute and 50 seconds apart... Kyle and I both felt like that just couldn't be right. But, I couldn't deny it anymore as they became more and more intense and painful. I stumbled around the house throwing last minute stuff by the front door (to take to the hospital). I remember saying a few times that we should go.. but Kyle got on the computer instead to read about labor. He said I should call in and ask the doctor what she thought. I called in and had them page my doctor. At the same time I said, more urgently.. ok lets go and I headed out to the car (but Kyle wanted to change into jeans first).. silly boy. In the car is when I think Kyle realized this might be the real thing. Though, he was only driving 65 MPH, and we had a 30 minute drive to make to Saint Rose Hospital. A couple minutes into the ride the doctor called, I told her about my contractions.. she said groggly.. "you are on your way to the hospital right???" Thank goodness we were. I kept having to remind kyle to drive faster... I didn't know if I would survive! We can't remember exactly what time we got to the hospital. I don't think it could have been any early than 3 or 3:30am. We had to go through ER. They actually made me sit and sign papers as I kept practically falling over in pain. I think they all underestimated me, since it was my first baby. Finally, a transporter gets me in the wheelchair, but first bangs the arm of the chair into the door jam before getting me out towards the elevator. I really thought I would never make it to the 2nd floor. Finally, we get there. Again they ask me to sign things, get out my insurance card,etc. HELLLLLLOOOOOOO PEOPLE!!!!!!!!! I AM IN LABOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, I didn't say that, but I think my demeanor showed it. I was practically falling over, and killing Kyle's wrist with each death grip.