After failing at moving my induction date forward, we arrived at the hospital on February 1st (my mom's birthday!) very promptly at 7:30 AM. My doctor had told me to eat a light breakfast before we arrived since as soon as I was checked in, I would be under a no-drink-no-food rule until I delivered.
When you picture yourself giving birth, who is in the room with you? Other than the doctors and nurses, there will be your partner, probably. Your mom? Maybe. What about someone that, most likely, you only met a few months before, who probably hasn't even met your family?
If you're in your third trimester, you've probably been perusing dozens of lists of what you need to pack before you leave for the hospital. I'm not saying my list is the best (well, maybe I am), but it was certainly the best for us. Almost equally as important as what you grab FROM the hospital.
I thought FOR SURE the combination blizzard/full moon that was predicted for Jan. 23rd would bring on labor. My parents even came up from DC that Thursday, just so that they didn't get stranded in the storm and miss her birth. Maybe the added pressure of having family here just waiting for something to happen made her NOT want to come out that much more, but by that Monday, I told my parents just to go back home and we'd call if anything happened. Spoiler: nothing did.