I spent most of my due date wondering when this baby would come out of me. Then, I sat down to a dinner of chicken alfredo, where Brynn said, “Maybe Noah will be born tonight?”. I said something like “Maybe, but probably not.” We started planning to head out to the Y center to swim for a few minutes. As we headed out the door around 7 pm, I said I had to pee, and as I sat down, I heard and felt a huge pop. My water broke! I shouted to Brendon what happened and told them to go ahead and swim for 20 minutes, while I figured out how to contain the water and get the last few things for the hospital (not my smartest thought). As, my parents and Brendon/Brynn pulled back into the driveway at 7:45 pm, my contractions had progressed to 2 minutes apart, and I was leaning over the kitchen counter, trying to relax and put Brynn’s lunch together for the next day. Brendon and I got to the hospital desk at 8:33 pm, where the nurses quickly saw I would not be able to fill out paperwork. I changed and was checked at triage at over 9 cm. I went through about 45 minutes of transition in triage, and my doula showed up somewhere in the midst of this. Around 9:30 pm, I walked very quickly to the delivery room, while feeling another contraction coming on. Brendon caught me as I got in the room once it hit. I knew I had to push. The resident made some comment, “It’s good you wanted a natural birth because you don’t have a choice anyway.” I started pushing, and my OB showed up probably 15 minutes later. He told me Noah had black hair, and I was able to say “Awww, just like his dad” with some renewed energy after having felt like I had been hit by a train over the last few hours. I was finally told the next push would be my last, and at 10:24 pm, Noah made his way into the world at 8 lb 2 oz and 20 inches long. If how a baby comes into the world is any indication of their personality, we are in for a very exciting ride with our buddy, Noah!