The Twinkies

False labor. Last night. All night.

i had hours of evenly spaced contractions, and not the little “Oh looky, a contraction” kind of contraction, but the gasping in pain clutching the arm of your chair using the breathing exercises to get through them contractions. Every 3 minutes. Until about 4:30 AM when I finally decided that if I were going to be miserable I might as well be miserable in bed. I managed to get some sleep, and, when I woke up, like magic, the contractions were all gone. Alas, I cannot say the same for the back ache. Meanwhile, like a twisted, pregnant Dr. Suess character, I look over every secretion asking: “Are you my mucus plug? Are YOU my mucus plug?”

Did I mention my body has decided to season this pre-labor salad with a heft dash of nausea, so I get to periodically rush to the bathroom and dry heave?

Pain, mucus and nausea. Was this in the fine print of the pregnancy contract? I really should have read that thing more carefully.

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