Tuesday was a normal day. I tried to get as much accomplished at work as I could. Matt and I had made plans for a "Taco Tuesday" date at the BBQ place downtown, trying out a little spicy food to start the eviction process for our little hedgehog. Spicy food at night would be heartburn disaster, but at lunch, I was willing to give it a go. I'd been feeling pretty good, other than hedgehog's foot being permanently lodged in my right rib. The crazy painful heartburn was taking a couple days off. The only real issue was my giant legs and feet. Wow. I was getting really tired of the swelling, and the way that I had no shoes that fit other than flip-flops, and at the end of November, that's a little chilly...
Tuesday evening, we did some cleaning and laundry. Even though it got late and I had to leave one load of baby laundry in the dryer overnight, I somehow found the energy and initiative to fold and put away all the rest of my laundry. I wondered if that counted as "nesting."
Tuesday night, I went to bed and slept well for a little while. About 2am, I woke up with a sharp pain in the top of my belly. Didn't think much of it. It went away, I went back to sleep, and a little while later, woke up again with the same pain. I started wondering, vaguely, if these were Braxton Hicks contractions, or even real ones. So I started trying to pay attention. In a half-awake, half-dozing next four hours, I felt the pain come and go, and tried to look up online whether contractions high up in my belly were labor or not. Didn't find much useful information. I tried to sleep but it didn't work - I was so excited to think that this might be it, and we might be welcoming our little hedgehog very soon!
Tuesday evening, we did some cleaning and laundry. Even though it got late and I had to leave one load of baby laundry in the dryer overnight, I somehow found the energy and initiative to fold and put away all the rest of my laundry. I wondered if that counted as "nesting."
Tuesday night, I went to bed and slept well for a little while. About 2am, I woke up with a sharp pain in the top of my belly. Didn't think much of it. It went away, I went back to sleep, and a little while later, woke up again with the same pain. I started wondering, vaguely, if these were Braxton Hicks contractions, or even real ones. So I started trying to pay attention. In a half-awake, half-dozing next four hours, I felt the pain come and go, and tried to look up online whether contractions high up in my belly were labor or not. Didn't find much useful information. I tried to sleep but it didn't work - I was so excited to think that this might be it, and we might be welcoming our little hedgehog very soon!
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