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.