So last night, I was minding my business, making dinner, when I started feeling the now-familiar contractions that have enriched my life this past month. Except by the time we ate, they were getting more intense, and I found myself taking an early evening shower in an attempt to calm things down. Instead, things got even more intense. I have been in real labor three times now, and I actually felt like this was the real thing. I waited another hour and called my mom (just to start looking at tickets) and Sarah (to have her bags packed in case I needed to call her later). And Derek bathed the kids and put them to bed (because he is a superdad) while I lounged on the couch, waiting for things to progress. But they stayed 10 minutes apart. And I finally went to bed, so exhausted from a busy day with the kids that I was actually able to fall asleep undrugged and with hard contractions. And I woke up at 3:30 this morning to a contraction, but that was kindof it. Today has been all Braxton-Hicks and dull lower back pain, which really does feel different than the real thing. By the time the kids woke up, I had resigned myself to another false alarm.
So today Derek took Tommy in to work with him and I took the girls to Stroller Strides and told the instructor that we really couldn’t do too many lunges and squats today, because I’m so ready to have this child. And I ran three errands on the way home for good measure. (As a sidenote, bagels and cream cheese may seem like a good brunch-y option for little girls who have to go to two grocery stores and a post office. They’re not, unless you enjoy washing carseat covers and straps.) So I’m worn out, but that’s it. Off to take a nap and try to improve my attitude.