Not even a month later, we found out I was pregnant. It was MUCH quicker than we had expected and the news was quite a shock, but we were still very happy about it! Though, it didn't seem to matter how happy I was, this pregnancy seemed to make my anxiety increase more than I could really handle. It was a tough pregnancy, but not medically, it was tough mentally.
However, I was able to get through it and about the time my third trimester started, I was feeling TONS better! I was fat and miserable but I just figure that came with the territory of being pregnant! The rest of the pregnancy was full of contractions, sending me to the hospital a number of times thinking it was labor. But even though I was contracting regularly, I wasn't dilating at all. So, weeks of contractions kinda sucked but I got through it with tylenol and keeping busy.
In September, the base here holds a large annual bazaar where local vendors set up and sell their items. They do this on the flight line, using 2 hangers and a HUGE tent to set up in. It is always nice to go and sometimes you can find pretty awesome stuff for a decent price! So, of course I was going, I don't like to miss the bazaar!
Fil was working so we met up with a friend and her family! We had walked around all of it and decided to stop for something to eat before going back in for the sole purpose of getting our kids bubble guns! All the kids had been really good and deserved a treat! So, I ate my YUMMY baked potato and off we went to get the guns!
After walking down to the furthest hanger, I needed to use the bathroom. I walked just past the hanger to the potty trailer and did my thing. When I stood up, I still felt like I had to go, so I went again. Then, as I was walking out, I felt like I peed myself. But how? I JUST went like a gallon. So, I turned to go back to the bathroom and it just kept coming and kept coming. Then it hit me, DUH. I ran to find my friend to tell her we had to go.. and we left without the bubble guns :-(
By the time I got Fil and got to the hospital, you could hear my sloshing in my jeans. I was SOAKED! So when we got up there, they didn't question a thing and got me right into a bed and ready to go. Know what was ironic? I didn't contract, not even once, on my own after my water broke.
So after trying to wait for a few hours for my water to break, we finally agreed to start pitocin to get things going. And after a few hours of feeling the contractions, I asked for an epidural. I really do not like the contractions pitocin create, they HURT.
A few hours later, we welcomed Jorden into our hearts and family!
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