It was after a lot of snow in the midwest, so I was snowed in pretty much.
I sat around all day since it was a snow day from school.
I was 9mo pregnant and watching Mythbusters when I started having "braxton hicks."
Until one took my breath away and I realized that, for the past half an hour, I had been having regular contractions every 4-5min apart.
So, my older brother dug my mom's car out of the snow and she took me to the hospital.
Come to find out I was 9cm dilated and they wanted to take me to a room and have me push.
About 4hrs later, my doctor broke out the little plunger thing because the baby was having breathing difficulties.
And, at 11:57pm on Valentine's Day '07, my daughter popped out.
Quite literally as well.
Ever since then, Valentine's Day no longer exists to me.
When I send cards to family, I cross out the Valentine's Day part and write "Happy Allie birthday!"
at 1:56 PM on Feb. 3, 2009