Test run

Amanda and I joked Monday about giving our son-to-be an ultimatum: Come on out or we're inducing labor and forcing you out.
And at about 9:45 Monday night, it looked like he might have listened. I was watching part of Super Bowl IX on DVD (Franco Harris had just run for a touchdown to put the Steelers up 9-0 in what would be their first Super Bowl title), when Amanda came out of the bathroom and said, "I think my water just broke."

I was in utter shock.

Didn't our son know the plan was to go to the hospital Wednesday night? Sure he was due Monday, but we really weren't expecting him anymore.
My response was to frantically search for "What to Expect When You're Expecting" for five minutes to see what we should do next. Amanda called our doctor and said we should go to the hospital.
We packed our bags (again, frantically ... OK, I was frantic, Amanda was calm) and headed to the hospital.

Where we found that, apparently, nothing had happened. It was all a false alarm. No big deal, of course. We got some more ultrasound pictures; we got to see the baby's heartrate go from 130 beats per minute to 170 and back, and the doctors/nurses tell us that was a good sign (?). I got to remember there was a couch there that I'll be sleeping on Wednesday night when we go in before inducing Thursday morning (note to self: bring pillow).
And we got to see that the people running things in the Labor/Delivery area are all on the ball. They made us feel relaxed and they let me wander around the room and not feel too in the way.

Amanda felt bad she dragged me to the hospital from 10:30 to midnight on a weeknight, but I keep telling her we did the right thing.

So now, I think, we're more prepared for the real thing. Last night was an amazing adrenalin rush, followed by a major crash (I was out soon after hitting the bed). I have a feeling there's going to be a much longer rush Thursday, followed by a very heavy sleep whenever I can put the baby down.

Only two more days until we're parents!