I was getting ready for work the morning of January 17th when my water broke. Under normal conditions this would be an exciting event, however, in this case, I had yet to start my third trimester. I laid on the ground with a towel not knowing what to do. My husband, Matt, proceeded to rush me to the hospital. My obstetrician doubted that my water could have broken; I had thus far experienced a pregnancy without warning signs. After reading the test results, she looked at me and said, “Well… your water did break.” I waited for her to keep talking, but she continued to look at me with an expression that implied this was not a good problem to have and there was no way to fix it.