When I had my first baby, hubby was in the service so I was living with mom and dad. I’d had false labor three times, each time my mom had to rush me up right after leaving work. The day my son was born, I felt odd all day, no pains really, just odd. I went down to my Aunt’s and she said “oh, you’re not in labor, if you were you’d know it. And if you are in labor, it’s your first one, your labor will last for days.”

I went back home a few minutes before my mom got home from work. I told her I felt funny and she said “I’m going to take a shower this time, I’m not going up there again all grubby from work.” I was restless and started pacing, sat down for a minute and got back up. My water broke. I went to the bathroom to apprise my mother of the new development. She jumped out of the shower with shampoo still in her hair and went screaming into her bedroom. My dad had worked nights the night before and wondered what the heck was going on. He convinced my mom to rinse her hair and decided he should finish the cradle he’d been working on for the baby. My son was born 20 minutes later.

All in all, I think you’re handling the whole thing wonderfully! First grandchild?