My daughter is a jerk...or why my Saturday was infinitely more exciting than yours.

Thursday, I had a doctor's appointment with my OBGYN and found out some exciting news (pardon if this is TMI) - I lost my mucus plug and I'm already 1 cm dilated (not much, but still something). So needless to say, I spent Thursday night studying and bargaining with God and Ella, that she would please stay put until at LEAST 12:30, so I could finish my final. I preferred 10:30 that night so that I could go to Frank's graduation, but I wasn't going to be picky. Friday came, and I took that final and saw Frank graduate. At that point, I breathed a sigh of relief and had a little conversation with Ella: "Okay, sweetheart, you did what I asked, now I'm not so picky about when you decide to come. But if you could wait until next weekend, that would be even better."

Saturday, Frank and I went to our infant care class where we learned to bathe, feed, diaper, and swaddle a baby. Afterwards, he asked if I'd like to go to lunch, and I told him Panda Express sounded good, so being the good husband that he is, he took me to the food court at the mall and got me my orange chicken. I was about to go get an ice cream cone from Ben and Jerry's (I know, I eat so well, don't share this with my doctor), but I decided I needed to go to the bathroom first.

I waddled my way back, did my business, and walked about to the stall to go wash my hands. Halfway there, and something happened. GOOSH. I stopped mid-stride, wondering if what I thought had actually just happened - had my water just broken? I ran back to the stall, and sure enough, there had been a sudden gush of fluid. I wasn't quite panicked, just surprised - that would be Ella's style, literally holding out until I had just finished what I absolutely had to. It would be too much to think that I could have a relaxed weekend, naturally she would want to make it all about her.

So, I waddled, very quickly this time, back out to where Frank was waiting for me. "I think my water broke!" He stood there silent for a second, clearly stunned, and then grabbed my hand and said, "Okay, let's get you to the hospital." We got to the hospital, found the women's evaluation unit, and settled in to wait for the attending physician to make it back to examine me.

Three hours later, after several examinations and some blood work, I found out that my water had not broken. What had happened: my precious sweet little baby girl stuck her head in my bladder, essentially dividing it in two. So I went to the bathroom, thought I was done, got up, and at that exact moment, Ella moved her head, resulting in a gush, but not of amniotic fluid. Essentially, I wet my pants (although not intentionally, and because of the little jerk).

I was feeling more than a little embarrassed, but was reassured by both Frank and the doctor and nurses that I did the right thing - it was much better to be safe than sorry. But here's what I learned:

• My water breaking will feel exactly the same, with only a minor difference.
• I'm already 50% effaced, so that means this baby is coming sooner than I thought.
• Where the maternity unit is, and where I need to go when the time actually comes, and not because I should have been wearing Depends.
• My husband is amazing - when I was freaking out a little and completely upset about having wet pants in the mall, he was holding my hand and keeping me calm. I wasn't sure how he would be in labor, but I learned a lot about him that afternoon, and it was all good.
• My daughter is a jerk. She literally made me wet my pants. Frank said that she probably decided to pull that stunt so she could get her picture taken (I had to get another sonogram done to check my fluid levels).

So, that was my exciting Saturday. Can you top that?