We thought we were having Isaac last night.
Well, I thought we were, the doctor didn't agree.
In my defense, with three of the four pregnancies I'd had previously, my water leaked just a little bit.
So imagine my freak out when my water leaked, ALMOST a lot. Even my doctor yelled at me, "why didn't you call me sooner?" My squeaky voice said, "I wasn't sure that's what it was!"
And it wasn't.
But I contend that I DID NOT PEE MYSELF, as much as my 16 year old thinks its funny.
So the bag that I thought was ready, now really is, the nanny had to bring her 3 kids to watch my two babies (love you Erin!), and another hospital bill on the way, all for an overactive bladder, apparently...