We ALMOST had a really exciting weekend. All day on Friday, I was having contractions. They were pretty mild, but regular... starting out just the way they did with both S and C. Amy P. called Friday afternoon, and I told her what was going on. Since we want her to be at the birth (she assisted with C's birth) she packed a bag and headed up on the train. We sat down to watch a movie and from 10-11.30, my contractions were getting stronger and closer. I was sure I'd have a Cinco de Mayo baby.
After calling my OB, I got in the bathtub on her recommendation. The plan was to try and get a few hours of sleep before it got so bad I needed to head in to the hospital. Imagine my disappointment when I woke up at 8 the next morning! I had two really massive contractions at 3 am, but other than that, one of the best nights of sleep I've had in months.
So our next plan was to try and get labor going again. I did Tae bo, and Amy and I walked around the track for almost an hour, but to no avail. By Saturday night it was clear there would be no 5.05 b-day in our home. Travis would prefer the baby come today, so his birthday would be 5.6.07, but I'm feeling ZERO contractions today. I even agreed to go to see Spiderman 3 last night, thinking perhaps the action of the movie would do something. Nope. All it did was make my back hurt and my hands and feet swell up to THREE TIMES their regular size. Plus I can't believe we held poor Amy hostage all weekend. Enoch is a saint for having the kids by himself while she was up here with us, NOT having the baby. What would we do without such good friends?
I'm beginning to think this pregnancy is never going to end. The worst part about it all is now I feel like I've already been through labor. I was exhausted yesterday from all the contractions/adrenaline of Friday. Maybe I'll just ask for a walking epidural so when I do start, I don't have to feel anything.
Wish me luck!