I honestly thought that I might have a baby story to share today... I was having regular contractions Friday night, starting at about midnight and progressively getting closer, so much so, that I woke Wayne up at about 2 AM so that he could shower and get ready, because I was down to about 11 minutes apart...
Once he was showered and wide awake, he sat down and we timed a few contractions - the time was still steady, but the intensity wasn't as bad... I was drifting off to sleep, and then they stopped completely... it's now 7:30 pm and they haven't restarted... so we're back to waiting...
This is something else that I didn't get to experience when I had Liam, I went into labour long before I started worrying about when and how I'd start... heck I was being put on bed rest for my blood pressure and told to relax and my doc would see me in a week.
With Baby E, they are worried about him being big, and that's adding some to my stress, plus we're now in that window where they'd like me to go into labour, so the parting words from my O/B last week was let's hope your water breaks...
In a way, I'm okay with waiting... the longer E bakes, the stronger he'll be... then again, the bigger he'll be... so I sit and stew and wait for E to make his appearance known... and every time I feel a strong twinge, I wonder if labour will be starting...
Have I ever told you that I hate waiting...
