My Braxton Hicks contractions have been much stronger, almost painful, and more frequent since Friday night. I also started spotting then, which is new for me, but apparently not an issue. I feel quite a lot of downward pressure with each one, but nothing else is going on. I stopped answering the phone sometime last week, and I don’t want to go to Mass this morning, but if we go elsewhere, people will assume the obvious, and the phone will ring that much more often. Some people might even show up at the house!
I told Davey I wanted to go out for lunch this afternoon, since I can’t really take another sitting-at-home day. “How about Subway?” he asked.
“The one in town?” I raised my eyebrows. “I don’t care where we go, as long as nobody knows us. I don’t want to talk to people.”
“Okay…” he said. So now we’re going to a more distant Subway, and adding in a little thrift store browsing, too. Much better.
I keep googling things like “signs of imminent labor”. By all accounts, I should have delivered this baby three days ago. There are no signs of imminent labor that I have not checked off the list, except today’s: baby moves less frequently. I keep laying down to make sure the little one is still okay, since that’s the only way I’m guaranteed some sort of effort on baby’s part. But whenever I woke through the night, baby was still when I’d normally expect movement. Till I rolled over. According to the “signs of imminent labor” lists, I’ve got 24 hours. We’ll see.
Fortunately, my friend Jenny sent me a little doppler device months ago, so I can hear the baby’s heartbeat and not worry. Nice and strong at 148 beats per minute. 🙂 Thanks, Jenny!