Good Friday?

I woke up early this morning panicking. My spring break ends on Monday, and there's still no baby. Do I go back to work? Do I just stay home, but risk not having as much time with the baby once he/she's here? My mom is coming on Wednesday and will drive us both NUTS if there's no baby. The full moon has passed with nothing to show for it. I came downstairs and began doing what any sane person would do when stressed--shopping on ebay. Jen's computer's power cable is fried, so I thought I'd look for one.

Jen came down shortly thereafter to ask why on earth I was up. She tried to reassure me, and then said, "besides, my underwear is really wet." Soooo...we trooped upstairs to examine the discarded garments. Definitely wet. Quite possibly amniotic fluid, but seeing as we don't have any of those handy little test strips, one can't be sure. She's still leaking little bits. A little crampy, but otherwise not much happening. The midwife says to call her back in about 3 hours.

Think contracting thoughts for us. We'd really like this to happen without having to go to a hospital for pitocin. Not that our midwife even mentioned that yet--we're just good at jumping steps ahead and freaking ourselves out.