Well, the contractions continue to drive me a wee bit batty.
These contractions are the type that take my breath away and make me start to do the pant-pant-pant breathing that I was taught in a birthing class four years ago. They come very regularly, with increasing frequency and pain, for nearly an hour. . . sometimes even an hour. Then, juuuuuust as I am about to call L&D and head in, they stop.
Then, within an hour or two at the most, they start again. Lather, rinse, and repeat.
They happen when I am laying down. They wake me up from a dead sleep. They happen when I am sitting. They happen when I am driving. They happen when I am eating. The only thing that seems to stop them, or at least really lessen the discomfort, is taking a warm bath. Of course, the fact that they stop/slow down and that a bath takes them away indicates that they are simply false labor.
But I am gonna be honest. They don't feel "false" and they are driving me nutty. I remember this with Emma, too, and she didn't end up coming before the scheduled c-section, so now I am wondering if after all of the platelet issues, might we actually go to 10-11-12? That is only two weeks from today. If we do go that far, I will have enough short term disability from the c-section and then two weeks of saved vacation to make it to Christmas, which would be WONDERFUL. My company gives us the week of Christmas off, so I wouldn't have to be back until after the New Year.
I know, I know. All of the wondering and speculating will get me nowhere and fast. He will come when he is ready, or at 39 weeks, on my scheduled c-section date.
But. . . these contractions, they get inside my head and start messing with me good. I went to the grocery store today and they were coming so fast and furious that I left half my list unshopped for, checked out quickly, and went home. I unloaded the groceries, keeping an eye on the clock, as they came 3 minutes apart for forty five minutes. And then? The dastardly buggers stopped. They are back now, as I type this, but not so fast and furious (maybe ten minutes apart) and I don't think they mean business.
Oh, well. At least I got the ice cream before I abandoned the shopping trip.