On this day last year, I went into labour. It was an average day on most accounts. I was eight days overdue and feeling a bit frantic to be done with pregnancy. I was so frantic, in fact, that I told my mom (via phone conversation) that they could expect a phone call at 3 in the morning telling them to pack their bags, rent a hotel room, and get over here because I would be in labour!
The first contraction hit me at 10:30 that evening. It was real. It was big. It hurt. And then my body gave me other undeniable signs that things were happening!
I didn't want to bother my parents in the very beginning stages, but when 4.5 hours had passed and the contractions grew in intensity and frequency, I just couldn't help giving them a call.
It was 3:00 on the dot.
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