***Update! 9:33 PST!***
So right after I posted this the contractions sort of melted into the background. Of course! It's like telling the internet your child is now sleeping through the night. We all know how that turns out. I'm still feeling them, but not as often and I managed to sleep another hour. Go me. Also, I am eating everything in sight. I think this is because I hear the hospital wants you to starve and I am not a big fan of starvation. Anyway, don't get too excited. Phillip is at work (poor guy, he can sleep through anything except his wife potentially being in labor- he bounded out of bed to get the birth book he's been reading to refresh himself on the 'How You Know You're In Labor' chapter) and I have every intention of getting outside and visiting the trendy outdoor shopping center with my friend and her six-month-old. It's beautiful in Seattle today. BEAUTIFUL.
Are these contractions?
Reasons why they might be contractions:
2. Disturbingly cramp-like
3. Every 5-10 minutes
4. Since 3:30 this morning
5. Which was two hours ago
6. Did not stop when I got up one hour ago to make myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
Reasons why they might NOT be contractions:
1. They only last, like, 15 seconds
2. They're not getting longer
3. They're not very consistent in the ow department. Some are swear word worthy, some are all, "Meh, whatever."
4. It is only Monday. This is not supposed to happen till, oh, next Monday.
5. I think my doctor is out today.
6. It's going to be 70 degrees and I have plans.
7. It's only been 2 hours. Wimp.
Of course, my plans are to 1. nap and 2. read the two books I bought last night. I bought Mayflower, because I was talking to my dad on the phone this weekend and he asked me what books I was reading and I said, "Uh, Us Weekly?" He, of course, was reading something intellectually stimulating. I supposed I could stand to learn a few things about the pilgrims beyond what I learned in fifth grade, so I picked up my own copy. And so far? I am not bored. Amazing!
I also bought Darcy's Story, of which I was highly suspicious, but both my mother and mother-in-law, the Jane Austeniest of all the Jane Austen fans, thought it was terrific. So I have that one too. But first I am going to learn about the Puritans and the first Thanksgiving.
See, I don't think these are real contractions. Do you have little baby contractions mere minutes after a swear word contraction? This is not what the books say it's like. Stupid books. And if these are not real contractions, I would like them to please go away because I've been up since 3:30 and if anyone needs her beauty rest, it's me.
Oh. AND we were going to see Spider-man tonight. Not that we are big fans or anything, but I was going to drive downtown after work and meet my husband at the Thai restaurant for the deep fried tofu and chicken satay appetizers and then go to the movies. While we are still Free of Responsibility. I am really uninterested in having to go to the hospital today. People keep acting like I should be dying to get this kid out of me, but... OWIE. Yeah, THIS isn't fun.