I have to start by saying the day before I went into labor my dear husband decided to take me down a dirt road and made sure to hit every single pothole on the way, he was determined I go into labor! Well the next morning on March 26th at 5 a.m. I woke up and started having cramping that was an average of 2 minutes apart, they weren't painful so I tried unsuccesfully to get some sleep. I got up to get water and pee a few times but wanted to get as much rest as possible. I couldn't just lay there anymore so around 7 I messaged my midwife and let her know that I was pretty sure I might be in labor and she let me know that my birth pool was at her house and that my husband should come get it because she had to check on another mom that was in labor. I didn't want to wake my husband just yet so I went out to the kitchen and got my girls some cereal for breakfast then spent some time on my exercise ball. I think my 3 year old could sense that something was going on because she was being sooo clingy. I couldn't handle her hanging on me so I went and took a shower then woke up my husband and asked him to go get the pool, he asked if I was in labor looking at me like I was a crazy person for waking him up like that, I told him yes and that I have been since around 5 and he shot out of bed real fast. As he was gone I had to use the bathroom and didn't want to have my 3 year old sitting on my lap while I was trying to use the bathroom while having contractions so I locked my door and that poor girl sat outside of my door screaming the whole time. Thankfully my husband got back at that time and called his mom to come get the kids. I spent some time contemplating having my midwife come check me because it would take some time for my photographer to get there, the contractions were still about 2 minutes apart and starting to get painful. At around 9 I decided it wouldn't hurt for her to come check because I'd rather be safe than sorry. She came and checked me around 10 and to both of our surprise I was at a 7! They started setting stuff up and filling the pool, I bounced on my ball and walked around listening to my worship station on Pandora, focusing on the lyrics and bouncing the contractions away. They got the tub filled but they had it way too hot so they bailed some of the water out and added some cold, then it was too cold so they had to boil water in pots to try to get it warm again. Around 11:30 I really wanted to get into the pool and it was finally barely warm enough to get in, they kept adding pots of water while I had a couple more contractions. Then my body decided to push and finally at 11:47 a.m. my not so little George came rocketing into the world and was delivered out of the water by my husband. He was my biggest baby weighing 9lbs 8oz and measuring a whole 23 inches tall. This is one of my favorite photos of his birth and one photo I took when he was 1 week old.