I did it last time and, dang it, I refuse to be bamboozled again. I felt like I was going into labor early this morning. Luckily this time I didn't drag my poor husband to the triage department for no reason.
I woke up to a contraction that wasn't painful but it was definitely different. As I laid there with my heart pounding I felt them come one after the other, each one a little more painful than the last. Then, I got out of bed.
I realized at 5 am that my bags aren't packed there were dishes in the sink and the baby clothes weren't put in the proper spot... oh, and the laundry needed to be done. So, I got to work on the laundry and the dishes and I took a shower, just in case.
The event ended around 8 am and I went back to sleep.
That sucks.
I know now that I need to get prepared for the actual labor and I will frantically tackle that task.
I still don't feel right... after all that hub- ub this morning. I feel achy, sore and ready. I'm ready for this baby to show the real signs of making her unique entrance so I can meet her face to face.
I do think this could happen again before the actual birthday and that is so annoying.
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