We thought last night was it. Laying there around 10:30, Amy hands me a print out with a table outlined for writing down times and durations for contractions. Isn’t she the little planner? Anyways, I start writing them down and they are about 4-6 minutes apart and around 30-50 seconds in duration. I have a brief moment of controlled panic, because I expected her to have a longer period where contractions are 10 minutes apart, then 9 minutes, 8 and so on. I look at her and she says that she had been having contractions all day, to which I reply … did you feel that was an important detail to share me? You know, maybe a few hours ago? I said this with my sarcastic goofy tone, and she started laughing hysterically. Short story long, we talked with Deidre (our Doula) and she said to get some sleep. The contractions didn’t mellow until 6am for Amy … but they did mellow enough for her to get a few hours sleep and she is currently with Jennie Oh having brunch and getting pedicures. Fact is, we were fairly level-headed and even though I was caught off guard, I didn’t do the typical “father-to-be flipout” where I run around frantically, hyperventilate and eventually take her in the hospital out of paranoia. Good times.