And let me just say, we almost missed it. I was lying in bed at midnight I awoke to what could ONLY be one of two things.
Numero Uno -- My water broke.
Numero Dos -- I peed to bed.And with four more weeks to go and my belly as hard as a rock, I woke Indiana Jones up and said,
"I think it could be possible that maybe my water might have potentially broke."
He rolled over and said, "Oh."
I shook him harder and said, "Seriously, come look."
We turned on the lights and looked. Yep, it was wet sheets. And IJ started back to bed.
"Wait, we have to make sure if it is my water or pee."
"How we gonna do that?"
"We have to smell it."
IJ gave me that look and said, "We are not smelling it."
"We have too. What if I go back to sleep and wake up and YOU have to deliver this baby cause we waited to long? And then there will be a lot of laundry to do."
"Okay, fine. Smell it then."
"I can't smell it. I am nauseous with the baby and then I will throw up. You have to do it."
So, he went over, took a big whiff and reported. "You peed to bed"
I laid a towel down and went back to sleep.
Then, I started not feeling so well. And I went to the doctor.
My water had broke. IJ's nose sucks.
An hour later we were in the hospital popping Baby Twerp out.
I made IJ smell him. See? This is what a baby smells like. Notice, it is not urine.