.:Fake Out:.

This old body of mine is sure enjoying teasing me and dragging out the end of this pregnancy. I was having plenty of irregular contractions all throughout the day yesterday. I wasn't sure it would really turn into anything, but just before midnite, they started picking up and becoming pretty regular, pretty fast. These were real contractions, not Braxton Hicks; I was having to breathe through them. In general, they were coming about every 5-6 minutes apart, and lasting from about 45-60 seconds. Some were closer together, some were further apart. Around 2 a.m. I figured that maybe I should start getting stuff ready to go in case this baby decided it was time to come into the world. I told Josh that we might be having a baby soon, and started putting a few final things into my hospital bag. Aaaand then, around 3:30 the contractions started getting further apart, and by 4:00, they were done. Just completely stopped. It was really depressing. It had felt so real, and just like how it was when I had Harper. I had been this.close to calling Sam and Nikki to get one of them over to our house. Sure glad I didn't! 

Now, today I am just super exhausted and super sore - my back is really hurting from the contractions (I read somewhere that it could be from baby trying to get down lower into my pelvis?) and I just feel bruised inside; on top of the contractions, baby was super super active and rolling, kicking, punching - you name it - basically the whole time. I'm not sure if he helped or hindered the labor! 

I just feel close to tears about everything today. I know it is ridiculous, I'm having this baby in a week or less, so I need to stop being a baby about it. It's just really frustrating to think it is finally happening, only for it not to! I hope this doesn't happen again! I'm losing mucus like crazy, and between the contractions, being so dilated and effaced already, it seems like he should just come out. Right???