I was supposed to be induced Wednesday morning. We were going to drop the kids off at Emily's, drive to the hospital and park in the parking lot, walk in like a civilized couple, get hooked up to the drugs and Tyrone was going to rub my feet and back while the contractions gradually got more intense. We'd wrap up with an epidural and a nice peaceful birth. Instead this: we woke up at 6:30am on Tuesday. Everyone was home on break so no hurry to get out of bed. Tyrone and I made plans for the day, Scotia crawled in bed with us. Jaxon checked and saw the bed was too full so he went to watch TV with Taye. I had a few small cramps which we ignored for awhile, eventually I got up to take a shower as it seemed they might turn into something. By the end of the shower I was hurting and Tyrone was having the kids get dressed and cleaned up. We carried the bags and car seat down stairs and before I left the house I cancelled a playdate for that...