If you ask me, it's a most unpleasant phrase. Sounds unduly harsh. I much prefer the more colloquial "my water broke". The first few times I heard 'Ruptured Membranes' I didn't realize what it was, and felt a strong sense of relief when I was educated.
So while I don't like to think of what happened to her membranes, I guess I'm okay with the fact that at 6:23am today Rachel's water broke. That's about as quick as I've gotten out of bed as an adult, even though I felt like 90% sure it was a false alarm. I mean, we weren't due for almost two weeks, never mind the fact everybody said it would be late.
But it wasn't a false alarm. It's for real. Should be an interesting day.
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