Want to know what's worse than contracting about every seven minutes throughout the day?
Contracting all night and barely getting any sleep. Yeah! But the best part is that when I sit up, they don't hurt nearly as much as when I lie down. So if I could figure out how to sleep sitting up I'd be all set.
I might put Biography on or something equally as dull on and prop myself up with pillows. Maybe then I'll doze for a while.
I did manage some rest between 3-6am. Oh, and prior to that I slept from Midnight to 12:51am, when Gutsy came in to our bed. As I was settling in on the couch to give myself more room, Intrepid ran upstairs with a bad dream and plopped himself down next to me.
No way, says Shamu. Into bed with your father and brother, young one. This couch is for miserable, contracting women who would are hanging precipitously on the edge of sanity and just barely keeping in the exciting 'could this be it?' thought because she's been disappointed too many times in the last little while.
I finally succumbed to the idea that a decaf is more enjoyable than lying on the couch, awake and uncomfortable with my stomach in a giant ball. So, a coffee and a blog post. No definitive labour signs yet, but I think we're getting closer (duh - my due date is in 9 days).
Happy October, by the way. The Great Pumpkin sends blessings to her followers. Please send prayers of rest, my lambs. Or of babies flying out of giant pumpkin bellies. Thank you.
Contracting all night and barely getting any sleep. Yeah! But the best part is that when I sit up, they don't hurt nearly as much as when I lie down. So if I could figure out how to sleep sitting up I'd be all set.
I might put Biography on or something equally as dull on and prop myself up with pillows. Maybe then I'll doze for a while.
I did manage some rest between 3-6am. Oh, and prior to that I slept from Midnight to 12:51am, when Gutsy came in to our bed. As I was settling in on the couch to give myself more room, Intrepid ran upstairs with a bad dream and plopped himself down next to me.
No way, says Shamu. Into bed with your father and brother, young one. This couch is for miserable, contracting women who would are hanging precipitously on the edge of sanity and just barely keeping in the exciting 'could this be it?' thought because she's been disappointed too many times in the last little while.
I finally succumbed to the idea that a decaf is more enjoyable than lying on the couch, awake and uncomfortable with my stomach in a giant ball. So, a coffee and a blog post. No definitive labour signs yet, but I think we're getting closer (duh - my due date is in 9 days).
Happy October, by the way. The Great Pumpkin sends blessings to her followers. Please send prayers of rest, my lambs. Or of babies flying out of giant pumpkin bellies. Thank you.