Ever since I went off drugs/bed rest, I've been having contractions. Last night and today they were pretty intense-- not really painful, but very noticeable and often. My body and Theodore are messing with my mind. I keep thinking I'm in labor. Then I stop thinking it because I feel like my body will KNOW when I am. How long can my cervix stay at 3 cm? Watch us have to fly back, then he's going to be late or something. Or he's born on the plane and we totally could have flown back on the 8th. My luck.*
* I actually usually have really good luck, so I'm not sure why I always use this saying.
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