Oh you sweet little pretty thing called love: The Babymoon!

I'm splitting up the next couple of posts so you maybe don't die of boredom.
On June 13th (Friday), Woody and I decided to go on a little tiny babymoon. We had about three weeks until Weston was expected to arrive. Honestly the only thing I wanted was a heavenly bubble bath in a tub that I could fit in comfortably. Woody booked a hotel room at the Hilton that Angie worked at in Sandy with exactly that sort of bathtub! He also made us reservations at The Roof for Friday night and we were just going to relax somewhere besides out house where I would just clean and "nest". It was so fun! We checked into the hotel, took a nice bath, then went to SLC for dinner, then took another long bubble bath (I had months to catch up on). It was just the perfect weekend for us to get away one last time before we became a family of three. Saturday morning we woke up, went to breakfast, and then went back upstairs so I could take one more bath before we checked out. I was about to step into the bathtub when I noticed some fluid leaking from downstairs. It was really slow but fast enough that I noticed it and I knew it wasn't urine. I had Woody call the hospital to see what we should do and they told us that if we knew it wasn't urine and didn't know what it was that we needed to come in to be safe. So we packed up and drove to Provo!