I felt like I had a perma-contraction all day today. But I was pretty active so never had a chance to really pay attention.
Tonight after dinner I sat down on the couch and just for kicks, started timing. 5 minutes apart. Like clockwork. For the whole hour that I counted.
I told Scott, who gets his hopes up every time I tell him that contractions are coming regularly.
He said, "Didn't the doctor tell you to call when they are 5 minutes apart?"
To which I replied, "Yes. But she also said that my demeanor would change and that I wouldn't be able to laugh."
Since we were watching The Daily Show and I was laughing hysterically, we guessed that we're not going to have our baby tonight. In fact, we may not have baby until after the election is over because I cannot imagine not laughing with Jon Stewart...