So my water broke on December 29th. Well sort of (I woke up to a soaking wet bathroom and it turned out to be due to the broken water heater). The plumber couldn't come to fix it till the 31st which already was really inconvienent seeing as how it was December and freezing (coldest day of winter they were calling it on the news).
It became even more inconvenient as on the 31st I woke up to contractions. By the time it was 10am the contractions were coming every 10 minutes (we were told only to go to the hospital if they were 5 minutes apart for at least an hour). The plumber came around 11. Husband was in the shower.
Plumber: [Ring, ring]
Me: [Gets up from couch, opens door] Bonjour.
Plumber: Bonjour.
Me: My husband's in the shower but won't be long. Would you like a coffee while you wait?
Plumber: Yes please
Me: [Gets coffee] Here you go [Contraction] [Almost drops cup]
Plumber: [Takes cup] Thanks. [Stares at me]
Me: [Stares back. Why isn't he drinking his damn cup? Oh right... ] Do you take milk? Sugar?
Plumber: Sugar please.
Me: [Gets sugar]
Plumber: [Takes sugar. Stares]
Me: [What now? Drink your damn coffee! Oh right. Gets spoon. Hands him spoon] Here you go.
Plumber: Thanks. So, blah blah blah blah...
Me: [Contraction] Oh really? [Continuing contraction]
Plumber: Blah blah blah blah blah blah...
Me: Uh huh... [Continuing contraction]
Plumber: Blah blah blah blah blah blah...
Me: Right... [Continuing contraction]
Plumber: Blah blah blah blah blah blah...
Me: [Considering how freaked out this man would be if I told him I couldn't chat because I was having contractions]
Plumber: Blah blah blah blah blah blah...
Me: [Probably pretty freaked out enough that he might bolt and my future baby won't have any hot water right away] I see...
Plumber: Blah blah blah blah blah blah...
Fortunately at this point husband came out of the shower so I could go back to the couch and discreetly have contractions while the plumber did what he needed to do.
He finally left around noon at which point my contractions had gotten irregular. They even stopped for about an hour around noon (had I become so French that even my contractions were taking a lunch break?)
Coincidentally I happened to have an appointment with a midwife at the hospital at 2pm which raised the question if I should go or wait at home till my contractions were regular and 5 minutes apart.
We called the hospital and they recommended we come in. We then had to decide if we'd take the metro or taxi it with the packed bags.
Husband thought we should metro and leave everything at home and he would come back and get everything on the off chance I would be admitted. You're so irregular it's probably false labor he concluded.
I got up to get ready to go and that's when the contractions hit harder and faster. 5 minutes apart. I looked at husband dead in the eyes. Take the bags and call a taxi I said.
We were on our way to the hospital.
It became even more inconvenient as on the 31st I woke up to contractions. By the time it was 10am the contractions were coming every 10 minutes (we were told only to go to the hospital if they were 5 minutes apart for at least an hour). The plumber came around 11. Husband was in the shower.
Plumber: [Ring, ring]
Me: [Gets up from couch, opens door] Bonjour.
Plumber: Bonjour.
Me: My husband's in the shower but won't be long. Would you like a coffee while you wait?
Plumber: Yes please
Me: [Gets coffee] Here you go [Contraction] [Almost drops cup]
Plumber: [Takes cup] Thanks. [Stares at me]
Me: [Stares back. Why isn't he drinking his damn cup? Oh right... ] Do you take milk? Sugar?
Plumber: Sugar please.
Me: [Gets sugar]
Plumber: [Takes sugar. Stares]
Me: [What now? Drink your damn coffee! Oh right. Gets spoon. Hands him spoon] Here you go.
Plumber: Thanks. So, blah blah blah blah...
Me: [Contraction] Oh really? [Continuing contraction]
Plumber: Blah blah blah blah blah blah...
Me: Uh huh... [Continuing contraction]
Plumber: Blah blah blah blah blah blah...
Me: Right... [Continuing contraction]
Plumber: Blah blah blah blah blah blah...
Me: [Considering how freaked out this man would be if I told him I couldn't chat because I was having contractions]
Plumber: Blah blah blah blah blah blah...
Me: [Probably pretty freaked out enough that he might bolt and my future baby won't have any hot water right away] I see...
Plumber: Blah blah blah blah blah blah...
Fortunately at this point husband came out of the shower so I could go back to the couch and discreetly have contractions while the plumber did what he needed to do.
He finally left around noon at which point my contractions had gotten irregular. They even stopped for about an hour around noon (had I become so French that even my contractions were taking a lunch break?)
Coincidentally I happened to have an appointment with a midwife at the hospital at 2pm which raised the question if I should go or wait at home till my contractions were regular and 5 minutes apart.
We called the hospital and they recommended we come in. We then had to decide if we'd take the metro or taxi it with the packed bags.
Husband thought we should metro and leave everything at home and he would come back and get everything on the off chance I would be admitted. You're so irregular it's probably false labor he concluded.
I got up to get ready to go and that's when the contractions hit harder and faster. 5 minutes apart. I looked at husband dead in the eyes. Take the bags and call a taxi I said.
We were on our way to the hospital.
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