4 am wake up call

(Lil background. I'm due in 3 weeks and my c-section is scheduled in 2 weeks. Lately been having lots of Braxton and hicks and doctor been pulling me in 1-2 to check me and all that jazz. Since full blown labor is a no-go for me)

Yesterday for some reason I decided to use my idiot gene and put together the crib with the help of my 8 yrs old, who was (suposed to be) my muscles. Lol. Let's just say my body was like "we've been on bed rest for a reason woman". But my nesting clicked in and since the carpets were finally dry from the cleaning and the painting done I needed that crib up now.

We do it. After 2 hours of complaining muscles (she was like Scooby-Doo is on mom) it's beautiful. Of course I'm in pain and here come the contractions. Nothing major I push through them cook dinner clean yada yada. So I sit down put my feet up and I'm pretty good at this point. Contractions basically go away swelling goes down and I'm content. Hubby is chewing me out for doing too much and basically being a stubborn mule which I am. Fast forward to 4 am.

I'm sleeping. Stone dead sleeping. Im having a lovely dream. And the next thing i know my husband starts screaming at me to wake the hell up and having a melt down. I'm in candy land brain fog not understanding a dam thing. He's tossing clothes at me grabbing random things telling me to get dressed we have to leave now. Of course by now I'm in panic mode. Is the house on fire, is there a burglar. I'm now screaming at the kids to wake up. We got to get out the house. Grab the dogs. My husband was like the dogs can't go to the hospital. I stop what im doing. Now I'm like why are we going to the hospital. We are all standing there in our hallway the kids in jammies with sandboogers and Medusa hair, over excited bulldogs jumping around him in boxers and a hoodie with his steal toe boots on and me with one slipper on, a bra hanging off my elbow holding a pillow case filled with God knows what. He looks me dead in the eye and says your water broke woman what are you talking about it. Get your ass in the car.

I finally look down and realize my camouflage sweats are drenched. Of course I'm like wtf. The kids now have owlette eyes looking at me. I look at the bed and see a huge wet spot. My sleep induced brain starts to finally work or maybe the hamster running my wheel finally got his morning coffee. And I start laughing my ass off. I slide my watermelon figure to the floor and double over in guffaws. The girls are now screaming at me to get up and my poor husband is in panic melt down mode. It all just makes me laugh harder. Dogs are licking my face and I can't stop. The more frantic they are the harder I laugh. The harder I laugh the more frantic they get. My husband is just looking at me like I've bat shit crazy. The man is manic.

Finally I can breathe enough to talk. Gotta control the situation. After a few tries I had to scream at the top of my lungs for them all to shut up and listen and explain to them that no my water didn't break. I had a dream I was using the bathroom and apparently my already squished bladder made it a reality and I peed the bed. They finally are quiet enough and you can see where mommy had an accident is starting to sink in. My daughters both start consoling me 'it's okay mom accidents happen.' 'Remember when I had one' 'it's okay. We'll clean it up' etc. As my husband clutches his chest and slides down the wall. Poor man looks like hes having a heart attack. Im looking at him take some deep breathes and then he burst out with 'you peed the dam bed. I rolled over and felt the wetness .............and thinking............baby coming...............but you peed the dam bed.......... THE DAM BED

At this point the girls start giggling and i star laughing and the next thing you know we all start laughing. My poor hubby. It's now almost 5 am and my crazy loving family dogs included are sitting the hallway laughing. It was just too much.

The kids help me clean up the bed, my husband starts the wash, and by 6 am were all bright eyed and bushy tailed sitting at the table eating cereal, at this point my 8 year put down her spoon and looks at her dad and goes.

'Really dad '

He looks at her 'really dad what'

Straight faced she replies 'it's a Saturday. Couldn't you have rolled over at 9am '

And we all start laughing again