False Alarm

So last night we’re laying in bed watching Firefly (because as I mentioned earlier, there’s nothing else we can do right now) and I noticed Nic is keeping a spreadsheet on the craptop. This isn’t unusual (because as I mentioned earlier, she makes spreadsheets for everything) but I glanced over and figured out that she was writing down contractions, and the last 15 were almost exactly 10 minutes apart…

Around 11:00 we started getting ready to go to sleep, but not before I put the bags by the door, laid out some comfortable clothes I could quickly get into, and texted Brooke (and maybe one or two other people) to suggest she keep her cell phone handy.

I’m pretty sure we were both awake for the next 2 hours — Nic timing her contractions, and me almost bouncing with excitement. But eventually we both fell asleep, and when we woke up this morning the contractions were gone and there was still no Abi.

She’s being very stubborn. It was not like this at all with Benjamin. We told him when we were ready, and the next day he arrived. And the water broke first so we didn’t have to deal with the ambiguity of timing contractions. Maybe this kid is gonna be trouble…

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