I hadn’t been feeling well that day, kind of achy like the flu, but I figured this was the most exhausting Christmas Break on record, and I was 36½ weeks pregnant, so it made sense that I wasn’t feeling that great. I packed lunches and took the kids to the park. I promised that if everyone came when I said it was time to leave we could get dessert on the way home. After the park and on the way home, I was completely wiped out. I asked my oldest daughter to put on a movie for the younger kids while I took a nap. All the while I was beginning to experience persistent low pressure in my back that I wasn’t going to admit was contractions. It was too early for that to be starting.