Exactly one week prior to Peyton’s delivery date my mother planned a luncheon for a few family members and friends to attend in celebration of his pending arrival. It was one of those things that would be surrounded by laughter and good drinks, which it was. It was Winnie the Pooh, good food, and good company. The guests consisted of several family members that came up from southern California. To be blatantly honest it was quite fantastic. There wasn’t really any games. No eating weird stuff out of a diaper, having people guess how big around my belly was, or even the sick trivia from my pregnancy. Thankfully it was just a bunch of conversations with some amazing people.
After the weekend I had an appointment with my OB/GYN on Wednesday and was having what I thought were minor contractions. She checked me and sure enough I was 1cm. Now, that didn’t mean anything. I could have been 1cm for any length of time and it could have gone on for weeks. Now, that was when Ben and I decided that it would be best to start staying with my family since they always have someone available to take me to the doctor in case I went into sudden labor. That, I suppose, was the beginning of our labor adventure.
PS. Anyone with photos of our gathering, please send them to me. I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you!