Or not…

Of course this is how it happens!  We call our Doula, call the doctor and let him know we think we are at the beginning stages of labor. 

I have a moment where I start crying because I just feel so guilty about leaving little Madison at someone else’s house overnight without being able to explain to her what is going on.  She’s still just one and although she senses something is going on, how could she possibly understand?  So I cried because I really didn’t know how she’d handle the night and felt guilty about leaving her somewhere else, wondering where her mommy is.

We get the kids all fed and bathed and pj’s on, bags packed and ready to go to “Uncle Joe’s” and then the contractions start spacing out.  At first they spaced out about 10 minutes apart but were much more intense.  Then they just kept spacing.  I’m still having contractions, and they are slightly painful, but not consistent enough to call labor!

We’re calling this one a fire drill.  But the bags are still sitting by the front door.  I called my doula back and let her know what was going on (and of course the contractions start picking up again), but that is how it works!

I’m going to try to get some sleep.  Maybe tomorrow…