I’m still pregnant.
I’ve lost so much of the MP I don’t think there can possibly be any left. I *thought* I was having contractions last night and that last night was it. And I think I was, in fact, having contractions. But, they didn’t really hurt and weren’t time-able or consistent and Boy Human was SUPER wiggly.
So, I had a minor freakout on Dan about how I’m just ready for the baby to get here and I’m tired of waiting and I’m so impatient and I know it and I can’t relax. And then we watched some TV, which did help me relax. We went to sleep at midnight. I got up for one pee break and went right back to sleep.
And then I woke up this morning still not in labor.
Dan is making a pot of coffee right now and we’re going to attempt to caffeine-ate the baby out!! (Not really, people…it’s only half-caff!)
We’re definitely getting out of the house today because 1) it’s beautiful out and 2) when we’re here, I sit around thinking about how I’m not in labor yet. I think it’s a self-defeating cycle. I have no idea what we’re doing, but we’re doing something, damn it.