Still nothing.

Amazing.

I spent eighteen hours Friday thinking I was in early labor.  Contractions seven to nine minutes apart, all day.  Then I went to bed.

Saturday afternoon it started up again, fairly heavily.  This time, three to four minutes apart.   Occasionally I’d "skip one."  That lasted about six hours.  Then I went to bed.

Nothing today except a couple of Braxton-Hicks-type contractions.  I feel almost normal.   At Mass I was able to stand and to kneel; for the past four weeks I’ve spent the whole time sitting.  I emptied the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen, twice.  I’m thirstier and more tired than usual, but otherwise it’s business as usual.  And it feels so empty and boring!  I thought I’d have a baby in my arms by now.

This is so… anticlimactic.  I feel like I can’t make any plans or drive anywhere, lest it start up again heavier than before and I’ll be stranded.  Normally on Mondays I take the kids to music class, then to Melissa’s to spend the day.  Do I dare?  I just don’t know.  When I birthed Milo, I went from "oh, this’ll probably be a few more hours before it ramps up" to TRANSITION! in the space of about fifteen minutes and in a puddle of amniotic fluid.  I’m kind of reluctant to go anywhere that’ll make it difficult to get home quickly.