The One where I don’t have a Baby…

Yesterday morning, around 11, I started having cramps on my side. Although I was 40 weeks and 3 days pregnant, I didn’t think it was labor. We still went out, but it got worse. When we came back around 1, I could barely walk. It didn’t feel like contractions, but then, when I had my first, it didn’t feel like contractions for a long, long while. So when I could barely move anymore, Zak convinced me to call the midwife. She said she would be here in about an hour.

By the time she showed up, I was feeling much better. She checked the baby’s heart, palpated my tummy, took my blood pressure (which was much, much higher than usual, but she figured I just got really stressed from the ordeal). She was great: she didn’t make me feel guilty about calling her for no reason. I mean, I guess there was a reason at the time I called her. She decided to go for a walk on the beach and come back in two hours, see if things had started. It was, after all, a beautiful day. When she came back, nothing had changed, so she went home, advising us to go to bed really early in case it started again at 2 in the morning.

I had a bit of a cramp all evening, but not as bad as earlier, and then by the time I went to bed I was feeling normal again. Nothing at night (except for our son who woke up twice and a lot of trouble sleeping for both Zak and I). And I’m completely back to normal this morning.

I hate false alarms. I’m 4 days late. Can’t the baby come out already? Now we need two things: better sleep, and a name. Quick.

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