False.

Slept like the dead last night, rear-to-rear with my precious husband. Our Sebastian was nestled between us, so relieved that we were home and together and all in the bed. We had scared him, for certain. Late-night, spontaneous grab and dash freaked out the poor lil poodle.

See, we had a 'false alarm' last night which resulted in about two hours in the hospital. My "plug" became dislodged and then several times last night I had leaking fluid. Well, I read THREE different things that indicated that was my "water" and that it had "broken."

Nope.

While the staff at Deaconess was pleasant and the experience was not horrible, I cried and cried because I really did think that was it. I really, really did. All the way to the hospital (which could not been a drive of more than three minutes) the anxiety hit and I started shaking and could not slow my breathing. So, to find out that we will, indeed, have to make that drive AGAIN? And the disappointment was rather overwhelming. Last night I took a long look at Lily's bassinet before we walked out the door and couldn't help but be thrilled that she would be occupying it very soon.

Regardless of the evening's events, as I said before, Billy and I both slept hard. It was like the Lord is giving us a very big break and telling us, "Rest up, kids...she's coming and you NEED the rest."

There is nothing wrong with having a "dry run" to the hospital...and as bad as I felt about bothering the nurses and keeping us out late, I do feel slightly more prepared...and a little, tiny bit relieved. I have another day...or hour...or five minutes to hold her inside of me and share our secret little experience together before I have to share her with the world. Because sadly, my daughter and I will never, ever be this close again...and I will miss her dearly when she departs from me.

We have one day until our due date.
And despite the waiting, the aching and the discomfort...
I feel really good today. And am thankful to have it.

Love,
Kimmer