Carole’s water broke around 2:42 a.m., and we’ve been up getting things ready for an exit to the birth center when her body says jump. I just had some breakfast and Carole sent e-mails to everyone. She also posted on the Errant Gamers board, prompting an immediate surprised message from apparent night-owl Marc: “Your water just broke and you took the time to post on a message board? Damn, Carole, you’re one tough broad. Good luck and have a fun time!!” That about sums it up.

We’ve got my “Windows Down” CD playing at the moment (”Backseat of a Greyhound Bus” is unusually appropriate), Carole’s just called the birth center, she’s calling Kelsey (Bradley class teacher and official birth photographer) now, and I’m reviewing my notes from class and Carole. Oh, and doing this. Every few minutes Carole either calls out another contraction time or scurries to the bathroom.

Now I’m going to brush my teeth and probably go back to bed. We’re going to catch whatever Z’s we can before having to head out.

So . . . May 15. She’ll get her own birthday after all.