On December 30, Wil and I were desperately trying to get Ari to take a nap, but (as usual) he refused. I was tossing and turning myself, trying to sleep. But I couldn’t because I was having contractions every 6 minutes. Could this be labor? I thought. I was only 35 weeks! I told Wil that I officially couldn’t sleep and was off to call my midwife.
My midwife suggested that I might be dehydrated and to drink two glasses of water rather quickly and call her in 30 minutes. Being the overachiever I am, I drank not two but three glasses of water. Naturally, I had to pee rather soon afterward. After I finished peeing, I noticed that more liquid was continuing to come.
I was alarmed and immediately removed my pajama pants. I ran to the living room, and all at once a gush of liquid fell out of me.
“Um…my water just broke!” I exclaimed to Wil.
“I’m having deja vu.” Wil said a with a chuckle.
It was oh so similar to what happened when I went into labor with Ari just two 1/2 years ago.
Another call to my midwife, and we rushed out of the apartment, Wil dug the car out of the snow, and off we drove to her office. On the way, I called my great friend Livvy, who is a Doula-in-training, and she met us there.
We all arrived there, and after a quick exam, my midwife determined that my water was not broken. I was so confused.
After I peed into a cup, it was confirmed that I had a UTI (Urinary Tract Infection) and, as turned out, that the gush of fluid was none other than pee.
Unlike my first labor story, this time I did pee on myself.