Hurry up and wait

On Wednesday night I went into labor.

Or at least I thought I did. What followed was about 24 hours of contractions which were pretty consistent, except that they couldn't seem to make up their minds if they were speeding up and slowing down. Every time they'd speed up, I'd do something like change positions, or put my feet up, and they'd suddenly slow down (still evenly spaced, though.) It was quite maddening.

Being the over-planners we are, we called in the troops (aka Anna and Devin) to be ready to take over in case I needed to rush to the hospital.  Much excitement ensued as various family members were told of the (possible) event, plane tickets were rearranged by grandmother, etc., etc. and so forth. I had completely mentally disconnected from work and all other worldly considerations, except for the nesting instinct which took hold with a vengeance and wreaked havoc on my credit card (a la online shopping.)

Then the contractions went away.

Then they came back.

And went away again.

Suffice it to say that by this point I've given up wondering and just surrendered to my little girl's whims. She can come when she likes, and we'll be ready for it. And if we're not, we'll GET ready for it. In the meantime we'll all hang out eating lots of food, pampering all the pregnant women around (namely me) and living in an idyllic pre-baby fog.

Whenever you're ready, baby.