I snapped Saturday night, I was having some good contractions and wanted to run with them. Unfortunately instead of sitting on the couch where I was I got a sudden burst of energy and jumped up off the couch and took my in-laws dogs out for a walk. On the walk the contractions faded so I thought it necessary to run, thinking that running might bring them back. The dogs decided they did not want to run so I was dragging down the street because I really wanted to run. I finally gave up on them and took them home and continued running on my own. I ran home because I was going to get a car and drive to my parents because I know my brother's puppy would run with me but upon arriving at home I noticed I had shin splints so I called off any additional running plans and opted just to sit on my birth ball and pray and cry in the dark. I climbed in bed around 8pm and did not climb out and start my Sunday until 1:40pm. It really got to me that Saturday was December 5 and one month to the day earlier I had gone to Labor and Delivery for pre-term labor. I recall sitting at my desk timing my contractions. A month ago they were 10 minutes apart for a bit. I have been practicing, practicing, practicing ever since.
I officially give up my odd attempts to start labor i.e. a hot bath, jumping on the trampoline, running, walking etc. From now on I am just going to try to relax. Last night when I was experiencing contractions I tried not to let myself get my hopes up and just kept busy. I made cookies, watched tv, continued Christmas decorating, did laundry, dishes, re-arranged a few of my husband's clothing drawers etc.
Mark and my schedule has been pretty permitting of her arrival up until now. But we're entering finals and I fear that this is when she will choose to come. As luck would have it Mark has a final on Wednesday...and I have been pre-warned that if my labor or Afton's birth interfere with finals Mark will not be at my side (which I understand).
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