My water broke some time the morning of October 2nd, probably around 8 a.m. Andy had already left for class for the day. To be honest, I wasn't sure if my water had broken, no gush, no ruining clothes/shoes, etc. - nothing like in the movies. It all was actually very calm and surreal. So I called the doctor's office they said that it probably was my water breaking and to come on in to test for sure... needless to say I called the emergency contact number at HBS, they retrieved Andy from class, he hi-fived his classmates and they cheered. Off we went to the doctor's office in a cab because I was not sure if labor would start any second... better be safe than sorry.
The doctor took one look down there and confirmed that my water had, in fact, broken. Andy and I then walked home, finished packing our bags, tidied up a bit, and then took a cab to the hospital (because every time we get into a car in Boston, we end up crossing some bridge, paying a toll, and getting incredibly lost).
This picture was taken in our baby girl's room, the next time I were to return home this room would finally have its very own little tenant!!
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