And just then, I started to feel some crampiness, and then a wicked tight uterus. Ok. Not truly painful, and I didn't feel it in my back like I'd like to, but definitely a bit of pain involved. I'll take it.
What time is it? 2:55. Alright. Come on. Bring on another one.
3:05 PM. There it is again... some crampiness, hard uterus... lasting about a minute. Hmmm.
3:15 PM. Repeat. Like clockwork. Nice.
3:20 PM. Hear new email alert. Check email. Read this from a friend in California:
GUARDIAN ANGEL
Forward this message the same day you received it. It may sound ridiculous, but it is right on time. We believe that something is about to happen. Angels exist, only sometimes they haven't got wings and we call them friends; you are one of them. Something wonderful is about to happen to you and your friends.
Tomorrow at 8:23 am somebody will address you and tell you something you have been waiting to hear. Please send it to at least 7 of your friends.
Tomorrow at 8:23 am somebody will address you and tell you something you have been waiting to hear. Please send it to at least 7 of your friends.
Woohoo! It's a sign! This must be it! Baby's coming tomorrow morning at 8:23. The email says so!
(We women in late pregnancy will grasp onto anything that gives us hope of one day being able to stand up without grunting.)
Now I'm not normally one to pass these types of emails on, but I simply cannot chance it this time. So I send it on to 7 friends (including Scott) and ask them to humor me. :)
My contractions continued to be 10 minutes apart all through the evening, but I'm disappointed to admit that the crampiness kind of went away and I never felt them escalate or get closer together. I began to lose hope, but somewhere deep inside I thought that it is still possible that this is just the early stage and that contractions would eventually escalate and intensify until I started swearing out loud and got to gleefully go to the birth center.
Alas, 8:23 this morning passed uneventfully, although I will admit that I was making good use of my time at the hairdresser eliminating some of those pesky brown roots that keep growing in.
Lesson of the day? I know this will come as a shock, but those emails are a hoax.
3 comments:
Keep busy!! I hope to work until I deliver so that I'm super busy and not anxious or thinking about it!!!
Hehe we're on all pins and needles waiting for the big day!
Regardless of the sex you're going to name it Cervelo, right?
Ohhhh email chains, yuck. Sorry it wasn't the day. Soon, very soon! I expect when I come home from vacation I will check your blog and see you had your little baby.
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