Sleepy eyes prove I'd been up all night with mild contractions. Patiently waiting for Wes to wake with his 6 o'clock alarm, I gave him the news he might want to stay home from work today. Moments later, I got out of the shower to find the car was already packed and running. My husband was whisking me down to the hospital in Salt Lake City. I didn't think I was actually in labor, our due date was still two weeks away. Never-the-less, Wes and I knew that having a winter baby in the mountains of Utah could pose an issue, considering it takes over an hour to get to the hospital. I agreed we'd head to the Valley for the night just to error on the side of caution, due to the blizzard that was moving in. The snow kept falling and the roads were icy, we found out later that the highway was being closed right behind us. Pulling into the hospital parking lot I insisted on running some errands and waiting to go in, I just knew they were going to send me home with false labor. Luckily I lost that battle. My husband can read me better than I can read myself. Within an hour, my water broke.
As the face shows, momma is getting big with one month to go.
