Between 8 AM and 2 PM yesterday, I had irregular but more painful contractions. I went home around noon and laid down, because that felt a lot better, even though I was still having them. I didn’t figure I’d be going to the hospital any time soon; this was exactly what happened with Isaac. So this time, I’m taking it with stride and knowing that my body is simply preparing for the real deal. I felt alright last night but really cold, for some reason, and just achy and tired. I fell asleep on the couch watching Casino Royale but then woke to catch Inkmaster.
This morning, I felt nauseous, which is apparently pretty common around now. No contractions yet today though. We’ll see how it goes. We wait.
I am awaiting a coupon I supposedly get from Babies R Us right around now so I can get things that I didn’t get from my registry. Waiting so we can save money on the carseat; I figure we’d better order that soon! I do feel like shopping; I wonder if it’s part of that nesting thing. Yesterday, even though I was in pain, I put the new bumper in the crib (ok, it’s a mesh liner, but still). I appeased my desire to shop by taking Elliot to get new shoes after dinner. He needed a distraction anyway; the holdover from Monday’s full moon was affecting he kids. They weren’t bad, but they were definitely out of sorts and just… weird.
I was really surprised how tired I felt after having those contractions all morning. I laid down and just felt worn. This does not bode well for those first few weeks when I have to adjust to waking up every couple hours. I do that now but I pee and go back to sleep, not walk to the nursery, feed a baby, then lay back down. Sigh. You’d think this wouldn’t worry me, seeing as how I have done it twice before.
Anyway, that’s what I’ve been thinking about. I’m in limbo and waiting, just waiting. And will keep you posted.