New band name idea: Counting Contractions
As opposed to Counting Crows, that is.
I woke up this morning around 3:30 to poly jumping off the bed. Normally this means she has to go out to relieve some pressure on her bladder. So I asked, “Do you want to get that or should I?”
I was expecting Kylene to do her half-asleep squeaky-mutter-whine, which is the signal that I’m supposed to get up, unlock the back door, and wait for the dog to come back to the door after watering a small spot of the back lawn. Instead, I heard silence.
I rolled over, noticed a light on in the great room, heard the door open and close, and realized she wasn’t in bed at all. So I half-awake asked if everything was OK.
She was having contractions. Lots of them, about every 8 minutes, and they were hurting enough that she woke up, and couldn’t get back to sleep. “OK.” So I rolled back over and tried to sleep.
That didn’t work out so well. So about 4:00 I got up, got a drink, and talked her into coming back to bed — where I then started tracking the contractions. We laid there in bed until about 4:45, tracking painful contractions about every 5 minutes (you could almost set a clock to it), and then she decided to go take a hot shower. If the shower slowed things down, fine. If not, we were going to call the Dr. and probably head to the hospital — again.
The shower slowed things down, made it quit hurting, and left us with un-predictable, irregular contractio