Let me first start off saying.. I was absolutely terrified to have my baby. Listening to everyone's horror stories just about threw me into an anxiety attack it seemed. All of the stories with "the burning.." "The tearing.." The "grueling never ending hours of labor". I mean.. If there was something scary to be said about labor.. I heard it!! So my husband left to workout around 8pm.. I sat down.. Turned on my Tuesday night show with a big ole bowl of cereal. I got up to head upstairs to start brushing my teeth & washing my face. And I starting feeling what I thought at the time was poop cramps. So I called my husband and said hey I'm having pains.. But don't come home yet... Just keep a close eye on your phone so I went to the restroom a few times & the pain was still there. So I called him and said come home right now!! So he ends up showing up and he starts grabbing everything to head to the hospital. I was still in denial. I didn't think I was actually in labor. But at this point I felt comfortable to get checked out. So we arrived to the hospital close to midnight and from 10-12 I was having contractions every 5