tempting fate: a valentine's day tradition

So, three years ago last night, Andy and I had our traditional Valentine's Day dinner... oh so yummy! Table top grill with all kinds of delicious veggies wrapped in prosciutto, dipped in Italian dressing... yum, yum, yum. It was a cozy meal, and because momma was so preggers, we headed straight for bed, and slept. (No funny business, no siree bob, not when you're that preggers, friends...) But before we went to sleep, we packed our bags for the hospital, because... well, I just KNEW Luke was coming early.

10pm: we crawl into bed and fall fast asleep after packing bags for the hospital

12am: sally's water breaks

12:3o pm the next day: Luke is born!

So last night - three years later - I'm very preggers - AGAIN. Luke and this baby share a due date, so we found ourselves re-living three years ago in such a strange way. We had our traditional and delicious Valentine's Day dinner... we cleaned up, and headed upstairs to zonk into bed. (Funny business is even less likely when you've already got two kiddos at home...) This time, I refused to pack the bags, for fear I would TEMPT FATE. But as we crawled into bed, it freaked me out a bit.... because the time on the clock was 10pm, and we were crawling into bed. I said to Andy, "we are tempting fate. This is freaking me out."

And then you know what happened?!

At 1am - I woke up to some hefty contractions. Hefty... not moaning/groaning contractions, but contractions that had me focusing a bit on my breathing... contractions that were more than just those undefinable braxton hicks... no, these were strong... getting closer together...FREAKING ME OUT!!!!

All I've wanted this entire pregnancy (well, not ALL I've wanted by a long shot, but you get my gist) is to NOT have this baby on Luke's birthday. There are many other days around this due date: pick one, baby #3! Pick one besides today!

I must have re-negotiated successfully, because finally at 4am I fell back asleep, contractions subsided, and voila, at 10pm the next night I'm still preggers and Luke can have his own birthday without sharing with little sibling.

Ahhhhhhh.....

Now, the real question is, do I pack my bags? Or, would that be tempting fate?