So Thursday morning we both went to work, because we're incapable of just stopping for any reason, no less giving birth. I get a text early afternoon about some signs that this was moving into a more labor oriented situation. When I got home Emily seemed a little down. Emily had a prenatal appointment... I hear that her blood pressure was a little high. They were a little concerned about preeclampsia, so they did some tests and we were in a waiting pattern until about 8pm.

I get an alert on my phone about a winter weather warning...

This period was a little tense, because it would mean a change in trajectory for our birth experience. Not the end of the world at the end of the day, but Emily had a vision. It is a beautiful vision and changing that trajectory would be a big adjustment. I'm a fixer, so I want to fix. I get antsy so I used this nervous energy to run to the grocery store. I get things to snack on, make sandwiches, and a few tea options for me  I’m gonna need some caffeine to get through this. 

We finally got the call and to our relief there was no issues beyond a lightly elevated blood pressure. We were on for the birth center. It seems like this relief kicked off the next 12 hours leading up to our drive to the birth center.

I looked outside... it was snowing... REALLY hard. 

In hindsight I should not have joked *out loud* about our little baby coming into our lives in the middle of a snowstorm...

Here we go!

About 10 pm Emily was having pretty serious regular contractions that were getting slightly closer together. We were trying to be as comfortable at home as possible and get little naps in between contractions so Emily could reserve as much energy as possible for where this was rapidly heading.

About midnight we found ourselves in the basement camped out on the couch, emily was contracting, napping, contracting, napping... it was all I could do to fall asleep myself between timing contractions for Emily on this awesome little app...

Friday....