I was 9 months pregnant, and had a terrible cold. I spent New Year's Day coughing and feeling miserable. I was folding laundry around 6:00pm, when I felt my water break. Family members were notified with excited phone calls. Nanny hurried over to watch Julian while Andrew rushed me to the hospital. I was hooked up to little machines, and the nurses began monitoring my progress. An hour later I was told I could go home as my water hadn't, in fact, broken... It turns out I had been coughing so hard, and with all the pressure from the baby on my bladder, I had in actuality um, well... peed my pants. The worst part was I now had to phone all family members, and advise them of this embarrassing little bit of news. The next morning little Nora entered our lives. Such a good girl, taking the attention away from my "accident". Happy birthday tomorrow, beautiful Noo-Noo (and as per Sheye, happy "birthing day" to me!).