False Alarm

Procrastinators tend to do things at the last minute, but somehow manage to get things done.

Last night at dinner, I experienced my strongest contractions yet. My whole tummy tightened up really hard, and I started having this stretchy, achey feeling all around it - from the top of my tummy to my abdomen. Roboman touched my tummy and was taken aback by how hard it was. I had to sit straight up and focus on my breathing for a while. I thought it would go away quickly, but this time it didn't, so I just had to sit there. A wave of nausea swept over me.

Roboman immediately got up from his seat, and starting buzzing around the house finalising the packing of what to take to the hospital.

When I could, I also started really properly packing my hospital bag, stopping when the contractions hit. I was worried that it was TIME, and we weren't ready to go! Even our helper got concerned because she could tell I was having discomfort, and reminded me to drink chicken essence before I leave for hospital (as instructed by my mum!).

I didn't time my contractions, but it came on and off for more than an hour. While Roboman rushed downstairs to set up the baby carseat (which we realised later that it wasn't THAT much of a priority), I decided to take a shower so that I would be fresh for labour.

Funnily, the contractions died down after the shower. I plonked a clock in front of me, expectant that the contractions would come back. But when they did, it was more like stabbing, shooting little pains all over my tummy. But definitely not as bad as the contractions before, and definitely not regular.

So with that, I wriggled around and finally fell asleep.