The baby was due in two weeks, and I could hardly wait. I had a doctors appointment the other day, and they gave me a 3D picture. It showed Darcy had tufts of hair on her head, estimated at about an inch. School started up in a month, and I needed Darcy out before school started. Mother already claimed baby sitting duty while I was at school. I decided to keep my room in the main level for now, until Darcy can sleep through the nights. I found myself more and more tired each day.

Today I felt like I would pass out while eating breakfast. My feet were swollen twice their size, and I couldn't get any of my shoes on my feet. The baby was the size of a pumpkin by now and loved to move around at night. My father had to get up and help me out of my chair so I could go into my room and take a nice nap.

I woke up at 5 and realized I over slept. I sat up and saw Lilly was asleep next to me, a show playing on Netflix. I had surrounded myself with body pillows to be comfortable, in which helped sleeping. I decided to sleep a little longer, but was woken up an hour later to Harry walking in.

Once Lilly woke up, they helped me packed for the hospital. Since I was nearing my due date and the chances of going into labor early was almost expected, this was needed. I packed two onsies, two booties, and a blanket for Darcy. Then I packed two pj shorts, two tank tops, a robe, and fuzzy slippers. I packed a bottle and a pacifier, and a few diapers too. I kept my phone and charger close to me when I slept.

The next few nights were difficult. Lilly stayed with me for the next few nights in case my water broke early.

I had been feeling flutters in my stomach for hours. Darcy had been hiccuping and kicking a lot more lately, and when she kicks, its right upward, like she's trying to kick my face. In one of the ultrasounds, she was sucking her thumb, which made me melt. I sent that to everyone, which everyone replied something along the lines of, "Super cute."

I had two more weeks of Darcy doing flips and tricks in my uterus, and I couldn't wait to get her out. I loved this journey, but I'm tired of it. I took a picture with my chalkboard, "39 Weeks. The size of a Watermelon. Ready to leave the room yet?"

Before I knew it, I had a few days left before I hit 40 weeks. Today was four days until my scheduled appointment, so we spent it preparing the babies room and setting up the car seats in Lilly's and Harry's car. Lilly hadn't left my house in a week and Harry had been over every day for the same amount of time.

I had felt stuffed, like a Turkey on thanksgiving. I was going to pop at any minute. That night I had finally fallen asleep, but woke up to a pressure in my lower stomach. I pushed it off as Darcy head butting me, telling me to let her out. The next morning Harry was there bright and early. He was sitting on the floor, scrolling through his phone.

"Harry, can you help me up?" I asked with a sleepy voice. He got up and helped me stand, me in his arms, a sudden feeling enveloped my tummy. It felt like the baby had kicked, hard, and all at once, a pressure built between my legs and grew until I felt a pop. It all came gushing out at once. I felt like I peed myself, but when I looked at the wooden floor, it was as clear as water. It had finally broken and suddenly, I felt like I had lost all the weight I gained during pregnancy, but that's not the only thing on my mind. I was going into labor. I yelled for my parents and Lilly to wake up as I grabbed my bag and an extra pair of shorts. Harry helped me change into them as I heard my parents stumbling down the stairs.

They instantly knew what was happening. They were buzzing around, grabbing keys and such as I sat there and ran a hand over my deflated belly. I could some how feel the outline of Darcy. She was small, but large. I grabbed Harry's hand and ran it over Darcy. He furrowed his brows and kept feeling.

"That's weird..." He spoke, pulling his hand away. We sat there, waiting for my parents to get their shit together, as pain started to waft through me. Lilly had finally rushed out, grabbing me. We went to the nearest hospital and walked inside.

A slight pressure errupted all over my stomach, like a cramp. Five minutes later, it got worse. I felt like Darcy was grinding against my bones. Two contractions passed by time we got a room. They hooked me up and I was only 3 centimeters dilated. They stuck an IV in my arm and gave me a medicine to induce labor and make it speed up.

Once they left, I went and changed into a hospital gown, then sat down again. Not long after, I got another contraction, only worse. Once I was 4 centimeters, they allowed an epidural, which numbs me from the belly down and makes labor easier. Once I got it, which it was a large needle stuck in my back, I felt the pain from the contractions vanish. I only felt my stomach harden, then soften.

It was not long before I felt like I had to push, I was 10 cm dilated, and I had the urge to push, but I couldn't. Lilly was pushing the nurse button over and over again until a nurse came running in. She overlooked the situation and went out to get doctors.

Soon after that, I was in the position to give birth, I made Lilly and Harry stand by my torso, as I held their hands to push. They told me to push foward, in which I did, they kept telling me to wait, then push.

"The heads out. One more big big big push and you'll have your baby!" The doctor said, cheery and what-not. Finally I let out one large push and the room went silent as they rushed to a corner where the crib was. I started to hyperventalate, worry struck me as I didn't hear my baby cry. I was about to start crying myself, but a shrill scream filled the room and the doctors and nurses clapped. They set my baby girl on my chest, which made her stop, but she was still cooing.

They took her away to clean her up and give her shots as one of the doctors stayed behind and cleaned me up and let my legs down. She gathered the tools and instraments and left. I felt ten pounds lighter and exhausted. I managed to stay awake until they returned with Darcy wrapped in a pink blanket, her head covered in a pink cap. I held her for five minutes, then passed her to Harry, who sang his song to her. You could see her face relax, then he passed her to Lilly, who was crying almost as much as the baby. She then put Darcy in the crib. By then I had fallen asleep.