Contractions?
Last night, around 1AM, I woke up with some crazy owies in my lower belly area, and in a state of being half awake, I tried to reposition myself in bed to no avail. So I decided to do what normal people do. Get up and walk around. Stumble around is a better descriptor, to be honest, and that helped a lot. Until I went back to bed and it happened again. Repeat the tour de living room. And back into bed. And then back to walking around. Good news is that it went away, bad news is that it went away, meaning we were no closer to labor than we were when we went to bed.
At around 2:45 I decided to do some reading to make sure I wasn't going crazy. Cary, snoring away, was oblivious to what was going on, and if I woke him up, it would most likely mean he'd freak out and say "do we need to go?" God. I credit his knowledge of biology or lack thereof to be limited to whatever he sees on House. Fresh.
I wound up going back to sleep after reading, and after the "contraptions" (you can blame that on Cary too) went away. I'll probably need to catch up on some sleep later on today. Which isn't a bad thing.
Char