I woke up at 6am on Friday March 18 with regular, mild contractions that were maybe 5 or 10 minutes apart. I dozed off in between each but after about an hour I realized I was probably in labor and decided to get up and get my day started. Things continued to progress and I lost my mucus plug, but then the kids woke up. And when they got up my brain was like "Hey, I can't have this baby now, I have a life to live!" We already had plans for free breakfast at Chick-fil-a and a morning full of errands. With my mind on other things, my contractions slowed down significantly. I called my midwife and updated her and she said it should be fine to run a few errands, as along as I didn't get "too far from the nest". I didn't tell her that Chick-fil-a was a good 25 minute drive.
But we got through our morning without things progressing much. We got home at lunch time, and soon after the kids were down for rest time/nap time. I scurried around the house finishing last minute things to make the house feel in order and ready for the arrival of a baby (and a week with little cleaning). I made an early dinner and by time that was done I was to the point of not being able to do much besides give in to labor. My mom took the kids to a park and I got into the bathtub to relax (I have done this with each labor and it feels great!). Towards the end of my two(!) hours in the tub my midwife arrived. The kids came home and Alex put them in bed, and I felt like I could finally relax and just have the baby. The contractions started getting stronger and I felt like I might be nearing transition, so I decided to get out.
I went downstairs and laid on the couch with Alex and tried to watch some March Madness with him as a diversion. He texted my friend who was serving as doula to come, as contractions were strong enough that I was wanting some more support to get through them. For the next 45 minutes or so I continued to lay there with the two of them helping me through each one, as they were getting progressively stronger. I could feel that I was getting really close to transition so I decided to get up and go to the bathroom and then we would head up to the bedroom (where my midwife had been setting things up for the birth). Standing up must have caused Zion to move down in a big way because I had a really intense, really long contraction. It must have been audibly intense because Alex came to check on me. After one more powerful contraction while I walked around the living room, they helped me to move upstairs.
We got up there just in time because I began to feel a really strong urge to push right when we got to the bedroom. Two pushes later my water broke, and then Zion was born one push later.