I had a couple of hours of pretty intense (and not at all ambiguous) contractions from about 4-6am this morning. My whole back hurt with each one and I was having a tough time relaxing through them. The breathing was going fine, the coping was going fine, but I was really having to work hard to get my muscles to relax. M and I both thought it was the real deal but we also both coaxed ourselves back to sleep because we figured we had a long day ahead of us. When I woke up again around 7:30am, nothing was happening. Bummer!
I totally get how people race into the hospital during false labor. If our birth plan involved heading to the hospital once we thought things were legitimately underway, I totally would have been in the car at 5am this morning... and they would have sent us home. So, I quit. No more predictions or declarations until we are 110% sure of what is going on!
I had my 39 week appointment today - nothing exciting to report. Amazingly, I lost half a pound since last week's appointment which I'm pretty sure is all about what I was wearing and the time of day rather than my actual body weight because I swear I've been eating about a billion calories a day lately. We went over the birth preferences M and I wrote out and I think she's totally on board with our goals. Next appointment will be on my due date but my OB said she hoped to see me sooner. :-)
So about that low rider business... this is what having "dropped" looks like around these parts:
My arms and hands kind of mess with the perspective so just trust me, I am loooow. My mom just about fell over when she saw me yesterday. I can find a public bathroom like nobody's business. Yup, that's my stupid human trick du jour.