Waiting for push to come to shove

Yesterday, I had contractions all day long. They stopped in the evening. Most of the contractions weren't too painful so I didn't think it was going anywhere. I just thought of it as uterine rhythmic gymnastics. Walking Quinn to and from kindergarten seemed to really get them going.

With Evan I had contractions on and off for three weeks but still ended up being induced on the evening of my due date. My water broke in the middle of that labour. With Quinn my water broke at 38 weeks 2 days while I was out for dinner and I was induced so that I would deliver within 24 hours to limit our chances of infection.

For a moment last night I wondered if my water had sprung a slow leak. But after much consideration and waiting for further "signals" I think I just peed my pants. Again. Usually I know when I have peed - yah, lately not so much.

And also I now outweigh my husband. My husband who is more than eight inches taller than me. And I am pretty close to out-weighing my Dad. So glamorous all of this... so, so glamorous.