**This post is may be a little TMI for some and is quite personal. Please keep that in mind while you are reading and possibly sharing our story**
If you haven't heard already, we welcomed our newest family member into our home Thursday, February 28th, 2013, at 6:58am. And yes, when I say "into our home" I literally mean it.
Ben and I had been planning a home birth, and well, we got one! At approximately 3:00 a.m. on Thursday morning I began noticing that my abdomen was quite tight and beginning to hurt. It was worse lying down, so I got up and tried to do other things. At first I really didn't think much of the minor contractions I was having; I had read that braxton hicks can be more noticeable in the second pregnancy, and false labour was also normal. Plus I had another two weeks until my due date. Around 4am the contractions began to become stronger and closer together, so I ran myself a bath in hopes that it would help as it did with my first pregnancy; no such luck. I eventually called Ben in for some moral support and to call our birth attendant. I wanted him to call our birth attendant (BA) so that she could tell me how far dilated I was, but I didn't communicate this to Ben.