
Contractions started at 8pm last night, strong enough to make me demand my husband STOP DRIVING so I could concentrate. Got home, blew up my birth ball, had a glass of wine and started noticing they were coming closer. First 20 minutes, then 15, then 10. Went to bed at 10:30 and was awakened several times so I could poop my brains out, pee, or contract. By 4 they were every 10 minutes and waking me out of a sound sleep.
And then they up and left me.

Gosh I love prodromal labor.







UGH!



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Ben's been acting pretty strange this evening so perhaps he's about to turn around, too?