It's Time... I Hope.

So there I am enjoying the visions of sugar plums dancing in my head when Lynnell bursts out of the bathroom at 3:30AM this morning. "JOE, I think my water broke, and I think it's time to go to the hospital!"

Now, I was in a deep sleep, and the urgency of the "JOE" was more like a activate-the-Glock-security-because-there's-someone-in-the-house "JOE". So, I was fully awake in about 0.2 seconds. Then I realized that I was nice and safe in my warm bed and my wife was just in a lot of pain.

So we counted the minutes between the contractions, and they were about 4 minutes. We got up, showered, ate, and now it's 4:53 AM and we are off to the hospital (car seat, mini van and all).

Wish us luck (and pray)...I hope.