New York City, Friday, September 13th. I was 39 weeks pregnant and having dinner with my brother at Le Pain Quotidien. I still had to go and finish cleaning my old apartment. At exactly 9:00pm as I was saying goodbye—ouch—I felt a strong contraction.
My brother joked, "What, you're having the baby now?"
I said I just needed to rest and ran out.
Thankfully, the apartment was right next door. I texted my midwife and doula to tell them I was feeling contractions.
The doula called me back, "Do you think you can sleep through the night?"