Did I say something about not nesting?

Scratch that. I've got Bailey on the brain.

Ironically, the same night I wrote my last post, I had a little preterm labor scare. I had had a low backache all day and felt like Bailey was putting a lot of pressure on my hips, but being used to discomfort, I naturally ignored it. I was just settling down to sleep when I had a contraction. I kind of pawned it off as a fluke and was trying to drift off to sleep when I had another one. And another one. And another one. This lasted a little over an hour, which is really no big deal, but let me tell you--that was a long hour of laying in the dark THINKING.

John really needed to get a good night's sleep because he had to be in for training super early in the morning and I figured it would be less trouble to deal with contractions at night than a sleep deprived husband in the morning. So, there I was laying in the dark trying to make myself realize that if these things didn't peter out relatively soon, I might be headed for the hospital and consequently another child soon thereafter. I was making mental notes of what would need to be done around the house, things to take to the hospital, loose ends I wouldn't have time to wrap up and counting contractions in between.

...and then I woke up. It was morning. Audrey wanted to get up and all was well with the world. But let's just say I'm no longer in La La Land where pregnant bellies stay that way forever. The next day was spent making sure I at least have the essentials ready just in case Bailey feels the need to make an early arrival. I still won't be surprised when my due date comes and goes with nary a peep out of Bailey, but at least I'll be able to rest easy knowing I've now got my head in the game.

I haven't had a hint of any funny business since that night, so I'm taking this particular incident as a divine reality check. Thanks for the heads up, God. Turns out, there's a baby in there!