What do those words have in common with my night last night?
They are contractions and last night I was woken up no less than 15 times HAVING contractions.
It made for some fitful sleep. For one, they certainly don't feel pleasant and for two, it had me freaking out a wee bit about how this whole thing is going to "go down" when it does go down. Not to mention Alex was smacking his darned lips all night and I was about to send him to the moon and I was alternately sweating and freezing. Not in a fever-y way, just in a, you know, pregnant way.
I think it's important that I drink a LOT of water today. And put my feet up. Because as ready as I AM to have this baby. I think it might be good to wait a couple more weeks. Maybe. I think.