Holy Water

So my last post was about 6 months ago. My how things have changed. Up until the last 24 hours I've had an amazing pregnancy. I've taken time to truly be grateful for my health, my movement, and that my baby was growing so beautifully inside me. Most of all I've been grateful for my husband who has taken on most of the cooking, cleaning and nursery prepping. He sprung into action as soon as I slowed down and  he hasn't stopped.  

We haven't stopped really, we've been very busy. Two showers down, two more to go...maybe?! We've been taking classes, reading books and talking to other new parents. Doing all the things we should. And then....

Last night the unexpected happened. My water broke. I was sitting in the kitchen eating dinner. I stil up to give Buffan a hug goodbye and I noticed that my dress was wet. I glanced back at the chair and saw a wet spot. Jesse saw it too. We exchanged a look and walked Buff out. As soon as the door closed I kinda giggled and said that either my water broke or I just peed my pants. 

Fast forward through 24 hours, many doctors/nurses, two triage centers, one ambulance ride and here we are. Watching a phish concert on the laptop in room 3-1223. Surviving the first emotional day of hospital bed rest.  The plan is to keep this baby in for 3 more weeks. At that time I'll be 35 weeks and much safer to deliver baby Pryor.  How do we achieve this goal-by keeping me in a bed at the hospital. I'm still processing it.