SO... it's been an interesting afternoon.
This morning I woke up, and through the morning, as I was getting ready, I thought I was leaking fluid. As I had a lunch date with the girls planned, I was just going to call the Naval Hospital and ask them what I should do after lunch (if I was really going into labor, I'd want something on my stomach!) So I called Patrick just to give him a heads-up on what was going on, and then I went about my business and went to lunch...
So then we were standing outside waiting for everyone to get there and Patrick calls... apparently he was a little freaked out, and after talking to some of the people he works with he decided to call the nurse hotline at the hospital and told them what was going on and they said to come in... so he headed home to get me as I scarfed down a bowl of soup, he picked me up at Red Robin, and we went in.
They hooked me up to the monitors and checked progress for a little while, she looked good, she was moving around a LOT... then when the STUDENT midwife came in to check me she put the wrong size thingy in there (don't know what they are called) and so I'm OW OW OW-ing, and then it slipped and opened up all the way, and she's just moving it all around... I think the real midwife felt really bad... long story short no progress as of yet, it didn't end up being any fluid as far as they could tell, she's still got a bit to go, my cervix is still sitting back a ways... but I suppose we'll see if anything happens after all that poking and prodding. I just hope I don't get that same lady again... I feel pretty yucky now from it all.