Thursday, August 1, 2013
When you think you're going into labor, but you're not
A few nights ago, I stayed up too late and woke up later feeling kind of sick. I felt really nauseated, so I got up to go to the bathroom. That was a whole situation. Without going into too much detail (just kidding, I always go into too much detail), I had a blowout of epic proportions that took multiple flushes and several get-off-the-toilet-and-walk-around-the-house sessions in order to keep things "moving." When I finally got back into bed, I kept having contractions. Painful ones that made me a little dizzy. Each time I felt one contraction beginning, I'd open one eye and check the clock, hoping they might be consistent and close together. They weren't. I had four or five at various lengths and intervals before I fell asleep again. To my great chagrin, I woke up the next morning at 8:30 without a baby in my arms.
As is evident by the baby that's still in my body, I did not go into labor, despite all my wishing upon stars, finding lucky pennies, tossing said lucky pennies into fountains, and blowing out birthday candles. Hopefully it happens soon!