When My Water Broke
** The following is not for the faint of heart. Or, you know, men who will be scarred by me discussing feminine type things** For some reason, the title of this post sounds like a Hallmark movie. "When my water broke, the tale of a young man who falls in love with a girl up the river, only to have his heart broken." Spoiler alert: water breakage isn't a Hallmark movie. Second spoiler alert: This story is kind of gross, so maybe don't read it if you aren't ready for that. When I was in birthing class, our instructor suggested we carry puppy pee pads (the kind you use to train sweet little dogs who can't quite get the 'go outside' concept') everywhere with us when we hit 34 weeks. 34 weeks. Seems early, doesn't it? I sort of wrote off this advice for the most part, after all, didn't people keep telling me that only a small percentage of women's water actually breaks before labor? Like a weirdly small percentage in comparison to t...