Pysche!
One-minute contraction...five minutes...one-minute contraction...five minutes...one-minute contraction...seven minutes...eight minutes...nine minutes...
Tonight was the first time Frema and I thought it was best to start timing contractions, which for a time seemed like they might well regular enough to be calling the obstetrician. Then they suddenly subsided. It was a bit surreal to have to time them, but we were never sure they weren't Braxton Hicks, either.
Actually, if this baby can wait until at least December, it would give me a chance to finish up the projects I am in the middle of for work. And she can at least wait until after tomorrow, it would work better for Frema's projects at her own employment. But I suppose this baby will just come when she's ready whether we are or not. At least we have our bags packed and in the car for when she does.
2 comments:
You are right. Just be ready to go when nature calls. The work will get done some time later. Work always takes all the time that is given to it. Baby time is the time that comes first.
We will be waiting for that special call. We are thinking about the three of you.
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