When I had dd2, we had only moved into our house 10 days previously.
I had literally unpacked the last box, and asked DH if he fancied a roast. As I bent down to pop said roast into the oven, my waters went all over the kitchen floor.
I stood up and said "oh DH, I just pee'd myself"
"We'll why did you do that you daft mare." Says he, as I double over with an intensely intense contraction.
"Oh" he says, "shall I get the car?"
That was precisely four years ago today. Dd was born on bank holiday Monday 2009.
We'd got parents on standby for childcare for dd1, and BH Monday was the ONLY day they were unavailable. Sod's law huh?
I called them, we had to take dd to them, but we left her and it was fine.
This was at 1.15pm ish. Dd2 was being snuggled at 5.10pm.
Hope today is the day Jenimoo