Last night.....

I had quite the evening last night.

We were heading out to Trader Joe's and stopped by my mom's house to pick up the mobile that I designed and she made for the nursery. While there, I started having contractions that came every five minutes.

This has happened before, so I didn't panic.

After a while, they moved to six to seven minutes. I figured they were slowing, so we left to get our shopping done.

Once we were in the car, they were anywhere from four to six minutes. And I really had to go to the bathroom. (If you've had a baby, you know what I mean. If not, just trust me on this one.) We stopped at Lion's Choice and proceeded onto Trader Joe's, timing contractions all the way.

B was almost running through the store in a panic. I was attempting to stay calm.

On our way home, we had to stop again for me to go to the bathroom and I almost didn't make it. I knew this had to be it. Contractions were coming every three to four hours. It had been over two hours since they started. They were lasting longer and becoming more painful.

We called B's dad and asked him to meet us at home to pick up L to spend the night.

Of course, immediately, the contractions slowed slightly, to about five minutes.

And then six.

By the time B's dad arrived, they were at every eight minutes, and much less painful.

For the next hour and a half, I continued to time them (on Twitter, no less). Five minutes. Four minutes.

Should we go to the hospital? I didn't want to be "that girl" who gets sent home, red-faced. They didn't hurt that bad, but I remember telling the nurse who insisted I get an epidural last time that they didn't hurt that bad.

Then they slowed. A lot. Every ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

Oh wait, six again.

And then they stopped. I tried several natural induction methods and went to sleep, thinking that my water would certainly break during the night and I'd need my rest. Because who has contractions that last two minutes and come every three minutes and then they stop completely for hours on end?

Apparently, me. Because I had the greatest night sleep ever. I got woken up once with a pretty painful contraction. I turned on "Say Yes to the Dress" (don't judge), got ready to time them again, and nothing.

Huh.

All I can say is that I hope my labor coach is right...that this little boy is going to be the perfect infant because he's given me quite a time during my pregnancy. And yes, I know I'm jinxing myself but at this point, I don't believe in that anymore anyway. At least not with this child.

Pray for real labor today...and my ability to recognize it. Because goodness knows, I'll be sticking around until I absolutely have to go, and I'd prefer a hospital birth over a car birth. Just sayin'.

Namaste.