Monday May 7th started out like any other Monday. We’d had a really fun and productive weekend – finished up a ton of yard work and gardening, assembled new balcony furniture, built a small fence out back, and cheered at several little league games. But Monday showed up again as it always does – a scramble of packing lunches, making breakfasts, trying to convince little boys to get dressed, and get everyone out the door by 7:45am.
I took Graham to school and headed into work for a few hours. I was trying to wrap up as much of my work as possible so I could turn the brewery over to our staff, and leave them in good hands. Every day that I was still there felt like a few more hours to get organized and prepared. Casey was working from home that day and asked me if I wanted to go out for lunch – trying to take advantage of whatever time we could get before baby arrived!
We met up at one of our favorite lunch spots, and I told him that I was feeling super nauseous. I spent the good majority of this last pregnancy feeling mildly nauseous the entire time, but this was worse than normal. I ordered a “superfood” bowl of kale and veggies and immediately regretted it. I ate about four bites and felt like I was going to vomit the entire time. It sure looked good though!
We left lunch and Casey headed home to keep working, while I headed over to Graham’s school to pick him up. Despite his protesting, I told him we were going to swing through Trader Joe’s to grab a few things before we went home. We made a quick grocery run and grabbed the TJ essentials – popsicles, cheese, a giant s’mores chocolate bar, and some fruit. We pulled up at home and as I got out and carried my groceries in, I chatted with my neighbor (who was on high alert for watching the boys when I went into labor!) and told her I was headed out to another prenatal checkup soon.
I walked into the kitchen and set my groceries down, and as I stood up I suddenly felt like I was peeing my pants. I bolted into the bathroom and collected myself as my heart started to pound. I calmly said into the other room, “hey Case – can you come in here when you get a second?” It took a few minutes for him to come in, and each step I took around the kitchen I could feel more and more liquid gushing out. Casey came in and as I bustled around the kitchen quickly trying to get my groceries into the fridge I said, “I don’t want to be alarmist, but I’m pretty sure my water just broke.” And in that moment, everything changed pretty much immediately!