Originally published on 10/13/2010
When I was pregnant with my first child, I read every book about pregnancy and labor that I could find. For a while, until I actually went into labor, my favorite was What to Expect When You’re Expecting, hereafter referred to as WTEWYE. I devoured that book in a single sitting and afterwards I was convinced that I knew everything there was to know about pregnancy and labor. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
On the day I would eventually go into labor, I awoke feeling a little bit off…not really ill, but just not quite myself and I had a dull ache in my back. I dragged myself out of bed, went to the bathroom and was startled to find I had LOST MY MUCUS PLUG. Oh-my-gosh. There it was. I’d been anticipating this milestone that signals the start of labor ever since I’d read about it in WTEWYE. Let me tell you something. Except for mucus there was not a single word printed in that book that could have prepared me for the sight of that thing. This was in the days before cell phones, so I paged my husband, Pat. Given the stage of my pregnancy, he called back immediately.