I sat around in complete denial and tried to read all sorts of articles on BB to convince me I wasn't in labour. I was only at 36 weeks after all!
Eventually, I woke DH and he called the hospital... we then showered, dressed, ate breakfast and hurriedly threw stuff into a bag (forgetting the camera!) as I'd packed nothing.
As for the legs and bikini line... meh! Didn't even think about it. When things really get going you don't care about the state of your bits. I never tidied up for my FS, and I wasn't going to tidy up for my OB!
BW
