My body is the queen of false labour and for whatever reason the beginning of each month, for the past 3 months, seems to be the hot time to really contract. Yes, last night was a doozy. The contractions were painful and got stronger when Conor and I went for an evening walk around the neighborhood. We came back home after an hour or so of walking so I could potentially take a shower or what I secretly really wanted to do was clean the apartment, just in case.
Quick Disclaimer: I’m not the most eager beaver to have this baby. Nowadays I’m happy to wait until her due date. I have too much to get done! However, if we’re going to do the contractions let’s just get them DONE!
Alas, the contractions tapered off a little leaving Conor rather disappointed. And then they picked up again at about 3 AM this morning, waking me up. Obviously nothing came of those either.
This morning, I felt like I did a billion sit-ups yesterday. I have a feeling the next 3 and a half weeks have some serious potential to be miserable and misleading!
