One

A few hours after going to bed after the Indian food, I woke up with a leaky feeling. And if you think that is too much information or gross, then I suggest you give birth sometime. Because after you shit in front of complete strangers, I promise you that your ideas of what is disgusting will shift. After realizing that it was indeed amniotic fluid, I broke out into a cold sweat and woke Björn up. His words? "OK."

So, time last year I found myself in the hospital, doing my best to get yet old cervix to open up to the magical 10 cm. Björn accompanied me as I walked laps around the small frozen courtyard at the hospital and timed the contractions. I'll just cut to the chase here: Since this post is "one" and not "zero," you may correctly conclude that the labor was not short and that, in the end, we had to turn Mother Nature over to a surgeon and his trusty team. The day that started off full of promise slowly but surely turned into what I could probably consider to be in my top three of the worst ever.

Except that the story has a happy ending.