My wife was scheduled for a cesarian (sp?) on July 21, 1999. On the 19th we went to an Astros game and we, (mostly she), at a bunch of ball park peanuts. The next morning I got up to get ready for work at 6:30. She got up and went to the bathroom before I hopped in the shower. Couple minutes later I hear, "Uhhhh, I think my water just broke." Sure 'nuff, she gets off the pot and walks back into the bedroom and is leaving a little trail behind her.
We call both mom's and the hospital to let everyone know we are on the way. We load up in the car and head out. Now, living in Houston, traffic is pretty much fucked anytime after 7am, so we get in the H.O.V. lane during the time where you are required to have 3 or more people riding in the vehicle. Just as we are nearing the end of the HOV lane there are 2 Metro patrol cars there and they are stopping violaters, (us). I pull over and holler out the window "My wife is pregnant and her water just broke!"
He waves us through and said "Have a nice day!"
A few hours later the prettiest little girl EVER was born...one day early!
To this day she still swears it was the peanuts that did it!