I'm feeling very discouraged today. :(
Getting lots of good nutrients and rest, and I'm listening to my body: if it gives me a break, I should take it. Midwife is very supportive and wonderful, and she totally called this since my early labour just sort of 'went' unendingly (contractions 5 minutes apart, even, unchanging, unaffected by ANYTHING, toe-curling, for 24 hours. I was 3cm and 90% effaced when I started, and 5cm and 100% effaced when it ended). MW thinks it's going to come back and slam me hard and fast, so she's advised that my hubby stay home from work from this point on.
I know in my logical brain that this is good: getting breaks is good, listening to your body is good, paying attention to your cues is good, and hell... I've made it half-way without doing anything! That's really good!
But in my not so logical brain? I'm discouraged and frustrated. :( There's this little three year old part of me that's sitting in a corner tantrumming and screaming about how I'm going to be pregnant forever.