I woke up yesterday and grinned. I was having contractions every 6 minutes. Angels were singing in my bedroom. I got up and finished packing the diaper bag, and by then the contractions were coming every 5 minutes. Oh happy day!
But wouldn’t you know it? My very last contraction came as I walked through the door of the hospital. Yes, performance anxiety must have set in. It was declared to be false labor, and after several hours of monitoring and a handful of tests, I was sent home, mostly contraction-free.
Hopefully this is a sign that actual labor is imminent. But, I won’t complain if it waits another day – today is Liam’s MRI, and it would be awfully inconvenient for my water to break while my toddler is fully anesthetized.