The whole time we had been cleaning and rearranging, I had been consistently having contractions, which my doctor assured me were Braxton Hicks contractions. Either way, I kept track of them using a nifty little website called Contraction Master. I knew they they were getting a little more intense, plus it was 4 pm and I was still in my pjs, so I decided I needed a shower. My mom and dad and Patrick waited as I waddled up the stairs to take a shower. Right when I was about to step in, I felt a little trickle running down my leg and I wondered if I had peed on myself. I didn’t want to yell down the stairs and over-excite anyone, so I called Patrick upstairs to tell him that my water had broken. Then I proceeded to get in the shower. He did not think this was a good idea, but I assured him it would be a while before Alston was born. (cont’d)