On July 9, I went in for another routine doctor’s appointment after a very healthy and mostly enjoyable pregnancy. My due date was quickly approaching (July 10) and my doctor was curious to see how I was advancing as I had been 1.5 cm dilated and having false labor contractions for several weeks. The morning of the 9th, I started to get a feeling as I was waking up that we might not be coming home as a couple but as a family of 3. I then went to the bathroom and discovered what I assumed was the “bloody show” and had my husband put our hospital bags in the car just in case even though this didn’t necessarily mean anything. The ride to the hospital for my appointment was ordinary and I wasn’t feeling any contractions. Once we stepped into the waiting room, this changed quickly. I waited for 50 minutes while having close contractions right there. Once I got back to the room, I explained what was going on to the nurse and once checked, we found out I was in labor. We were all ecstatic. My doctor told my husband and I to go have some lunch before checking into labor and delivery so naturally, we went straight to Shake Shack. Once my contractions started to draw attention in public, we decided it was time to head back to the hospital. I checked in and started dilating pretty quickly–until about 6 centimeters. Finally, at around 2:30 AM, my doctor broke my water in hopes of speeding things up. I still wasn’t fully dilated until 6 AM and Charlotte Chloe was born at 8:33 AM after 21 hours in labor and 2 hours of pushing. We think she just really wanted to be born on her due date. She weighed 8 Ibs 12 oz. and was absolute perfection. She LOVES to eat (and make dirty diapers), sleeps like a champ, makes hilarious faces after every nap and has parents who adore every ounce of her. As far as my recovery, I’ve been feeling pretty good. I was walking soon after delivery and felt even better by the time we came home from the hospital other than being weak from anemia (my biggest shock during childbirth was definitely the blood loss–had no idea the delivery room would look like a crime scene) but I feel better with each passing day. Her cord fell off at 8 days old and I feel like I can’t blink without her growing and changing. We’re so thankful for this most precious gift.