Last night the contractions started…at first they seemed like the Braxton Hicks, tightening sensations I’ve been feeling off and on for a while now so I didn’t think much about them.
But then all of a sudden, I was like: Holy HELL! These are stronger and, by God, coming at regular intervals. We started timing them (which seemed so old fashioned, I don’t know why) and they were about 7-10 minutes apart.
After about an hour I called the doula and the doctor on call, who said I could go ahead up to Labor and Delivery or try going to bed (it was about 11:00 PM at that point), so I — being lazy even in the face of possible child birthing — opted for going to sleep and thankfully the contractions stopped.
So now I’m waiting around today to see what’s going to happen…
Sadly, I think my pedicure window is closed. I simply cannot drag my huge ass over to the salon and risk my water breaking while soaking in the foot bath.
On the upside BeBop has finally gotten off his butt and is madly putting together the swings, vibrating chairs AND Mountain Buggy stroller I’ve been nagging him about for weeks, so that’s a definite upside.
I will try to post again before we leave for the hospital and possibly, convince BeBop to brave the scary world of blogging and post any news while I’m, errrr….busy.
Wish us luck!
Wish THEM luck?!? Wish me luck. My life is about to start sucking big time…
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