Spent another night timing contractions. I got excited when they seemed to be averaging about 4.5 minutes apart. But then, of course, they stopped being any sort of regular and went from 4 minutes to 9 to 2 to 6. I’m still having a few here and there, but nothing even regular enough to time.
I always thought false labor was shorter: a few hours of contractions that didn’t progress. But this? This is killer. The contractions match the checklist my doctor gave me to distinguish between real and false, and yet nada.
I’m determined to stay positive. I did manage to sleep, since I was more sure of this being another false round. And today I have a checkup, anyway, so maybe I’ll get some good news and find out that I’m just in very, very, very early labor.
There are no cases of women being pregnant, like, forever, are there?
There’s an end to this, I promise, and a beautiful baby boy to boot!
Yes, I believe there was one. The casket was quite unusual (at least that’s what I heard).
Forever? Nah. They would be rich, famous and have their own reality show. Although unable to really enjoy it because of having to waddle, stay close to a bathroom, not to mention being kicked in the ribs – all for eternity.
It will end and a whole new life will begin for three.
Hang in there.