A baby? Maybe. But maybe not.

So, once again, I woke up in the middle of the night with contractions. This time, I didn't get nervous or excited. As you may recall, I had a few of hours worth of contractions in the middle of the night a couple of weeks ago that resulted in a big fat nothing (not even a tiny bit of dilation!). So, I rode them out last night and slept in between contractions. They were about 30 minutes apart, and then 15 minutes, so I was only sleeping in tiny bits here and there, but it was better than lying awake staring at the clock and losing sleep for (potentially) nothing.

Around 5:30am, I had a few contractions there were 8-9 minutes apart. I started to get a little anxious then, since my parents were at their lake house an hour away and they were going to be the ones caring for Camden when Matt and I left for the hospital. So, I woke Matt up and told him what was going on and that I was going to give my mom a wake up call. I told him to go back to sleep; in case this ended up being nothing, I knew he'd go to work and I didn't want him falling asleep at his desk.

Well, my poor mom hit the road and arrived at our house around 7. It's now a little after 1pm and my contractions are....uncooperative is the best way I can think to describe them. They're still there-- some so intense that I feel like I'm going to throw up, and some just a mild ache. Some are 8 minutes apart; others are closer to 30 minutes apart. They're not stopping, but they're not forming any kind of pattern that indicates to me that it's time to call my OB or head to the hospital. Since my labor with Camden was much more clear-cut, this is frustrating to me.

I spent a good deal of time lying on the couch this morning while my mom took Camden to an indoor playground with my sister and my nephews. I wanted him to have a fun day even if I couldn't participate. After a while, my frustration led to restlessness and I got up and walked some laps around the house, did laundry, and even hauled our heavy vacuum upstairs to get some housework done. Might as well do something productive in between these contractions, right?

So. I don't know what the rest of this day (or evening, or night) holds. I'm guessing these contractions will eventually fade away altogether or they'll become more regular. At least, I hope so. I fear becoming one of those women who gives birth on her kitchen floor because she waited too long to go to the hospital. We'll see. If nothing happens today, I do have a doctor's appointment scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.

Come on, Macey-- everyone's ready to meet our favorite drama queen!