bags are packed, ready to go.

My bags, waiting to go. Again. 

Today could have been one of two things- the day I made brownie cookies, or the day I gave birth to my son. But with only four hours until midnight it looks like it's shaping up to be the former. And to be honest despite a restless, crampy nights sleep I still expected it to be the former when I woke up this morning...But then things changed.

I was having some alarming labor symptoms that would require a trip to the Labor and Delivery unit ASAP. I called Nic home from work, jumped in the shower and attempted to re-paint my toenails green while I waited for him. Having never had a chance to pack and plan for delivery ahead of time I was excited to throw my pre-packed bags in the van and drive away.

By this time I was mentally prepping myself for labor. But after a couple of hours of fetal monitoring and symptom checking I was surprisingly given the red light, to watch my symptoms very carefully, and head home for now. Despite my legitimate labor worries, I still felt like one of those girls who comes in after her first contraction, as I did the walk of shame from the Labor and Delivery unit to the elevator.

So in my personal life history March 22, 2010 could have become the day I gave birth to my first-born son. Instead it will forever be marked as the day I made my first batch of brownie cookies. Which overall still made for a good day.