For a brief moment, I thought that maybe the feelings that I was having were because I slept on the couch, because I take up more than half the bed and just because I can't sleep doesn't mean my husband shouldn't either, and maybe my back was going out on me.
But then I realized that the feelings that I were having - were coming every 10 minutes.
Although I pulled a fun April Fool's Day gag on my mother when I went almost three weeks past her "due date" to arrive on April 20th ... instead of April 1st ... it appears that our fourth child is going to be extremely prompt.
Labor has most definitely started.
And it hurts.
And I have a very low threshold for pain.
Charlie swears that he's having contractions and has been reminding me that my job - through all of this - is to keep him calm.
As if sleeping on the couch hasn't been a grand enough gesture.
One way or the other ... the baby will be here by noon tomorrow.
Of course we still don't have a name picked out.
Like everything else, I suppose we'll cross
(Edit: Is it just my husband or do all of them boil pots of water and threaten to start ripping apart bed sheets?!)