I remember finding out that we were pregnant and calculating our due to date only to find out that he was due just two days before mother's day. I was so excited to potentially be a legit mom (not that you aren't a mother when they are inside still but you get what I mean). When I woke up on Sunday morning, Mother's Day, still pregnant I thought that I would be pretty disappointed. The two days before had been really hard and frustrating and I couldn't understand why I hadn't gone into labor yet even though everyone assured me that most first time mothers go past their due date.
Something about Sunday just felt different. I woke up to a thunderstorm rolling through my open bedroom window and laid their for a little while listening to one of my favorite sounds and was as happy as could be. I got up, made my coffee, and spent the whole day hanging out just me and Dave. I remember feeling a little bit strange through out the day, like I could be having contractions, but I had no idea what those really felt like. I joked with Dave that I was pretty sure we would be going into labor that night and would have him by the next morning. Dave had said that he though that he would be coming either Monday or Tuesday. We said all of these things knowing that there was no way we could really tell and not knowing that we were actually right!
At 9:00pm I sat down for a google chat with my family for mother's day. I had completely given up on Dave and I's guesses at this point and ended up having a very normal and sweet conversation with them. We joked about Joel's inability to call someone to dispose of an old mattress and my dad made his classic yeti sounds the entire time rather than actually talking (I love my family). As we talked I started to get more of the strange feelings I had been having through out the day and even timed a few of them but I felt so silly doing so. Everyone told me that I would know I was having contractions and at this point I was still very unsure. They were still pretty spread out though so I didn't think anything of it. My mom and my brother hung up around 10:00 and as soon as my sister, dad, and I started to say goodbye I got two really big ones right in a row. I hung up as fast as I could and ran to the bathroom and I finally knew that this was it. I walked back out into the living room and said meekly, "hey dave... I'm pretty sure we are in labor."
We both started to second guess it but we decided that it would be a good idea to start timing all of them just to see if they developed a pattern. It was around 11:00, which is usually really late for us to be starting a movie but we popped in Drive (perhaps a little Ryan Gosling could ease my nerves;) ). They started every five minutes, every four, and then every three and they were growing in intensity. Dave insisted that I call the maternal child unit but I was WAY too nervous. He eventually got me to call and I did and the nurse on the line seemed very unsure that it was the real deal. She told us to keep timing them and to call back if within an hour they got down to every 2-3 minutes but that she was pretty sure we wouldn't be coming in that night. She told me to take some tylenol and to try to sleep, both of which I didn't do. Instead I got in the shower and tried to relax but they were starting to hit me pretty hard! When I got out they were every two to three minutes pretty regularly but I kept timing them and looking at Dave nervously. At around one we decided to call back and the nurse on the line still sounded unsure if we were truly in labor (I think I sounded too calm) but told us that if we felt like we needed to come in that we could, and that she would hook me up and monitor us for an hour. We walked around and packed up our things and headed that way.
By 2:00am we were all hooked up and laying in the observation room. Emmet's heart beat was filling the room and Dave and I were both still in good humor and watching my contractions roll by. He could see the machine better than I could but as I was sitting there in pain I could see his eyes get really big, and he would say, "that was the biggest one yet!" He helped me to stay calm and to remember not to fight them he was so great to have around. Not too helpful to the point that he was annoying- but just helpful enough. At 3:00am the nurse came back to see if we had made any progress and sure enough we had! I had dilated from a 2 to a 3 which meant that we were getting checked in and that we were officially going to be having Emmet so soon!