Apparently, there is “pre” labor, “active” labor, but also “false” labor. By anything but “active,” my doctor means, “incredibly painful contractions that aren’t quite close enough to merit a visit to the hospital.”
Today is Day 3 of regular contractions that aren’t actually getting me anywhere. 1 out of every 10 minutes is spent in agony as my gut clenches and gets ready to push the baby out. 9 of every 10 minutes are spent comfortably ensconced in my parents’ house, waiting for “real” labor to begin. Happy fun times, let me tell you.
In the meantime, Bertrand and I have been entertaining ourselves with my shiny new camera.
My very pregnant shadow
Damn, I should eat like this every day.