My back was killing me at this point. He said it was no biggie, we'd get it cleaned up. As soon as I swung my leg out over the dog, my water gushed everywhere. Hubby's looking at me with sheer terror on his face. I tell him to call the doctor that I really do need to pee now.
Road construction has most of the highway down to one lane.
I'd not yet had a contraction in my stomach, but my back felt as if somebody kept smacking me with a two by four. I grab a magazine and sit down. One lady asked how far along I was. About 10 minutes later we get to see the doctor. We get to the hospital only to be stopped in the front hallway by a security guard who tells hubby he can't park there.