Just in case anyone was worrying about my mental health as I entered an ENTIRE NOTHER DECADE pregnant, I am doing surprisingly well.
I think it was around 11 am on New Years Eve that I starting having light cramping and contractions. I think my description to Josh was "The pittliest, most pathetic contractions you can imagine" and my immediate response to my uterus was "You are joking me right? THIS is all you've got?" (yes, I talk to my organs)
I did what I could do get them going stronger (lunges on the stairs, bouncing on my birthing ball, ect) and then gave up to take a nap. They continued right on so when Josh got home from work (Early! Yipee!!) we decided to go to the mall for some serious walking. (Basically we set Z free and follow him, its a work out) They continued right on thru walking, thru spicy labor chili I made for dinner, thru my wonderful New Years Eve bath.
An aside: The recipe for a wonderful New Years Eve bath includes but is not necessarily limited to: Sparkling Apple Cider (the closest thing to alcohol I'm currently allowed and a childhood New Years tradition besides), aromatherapy oil in the water, my favorite Jane Austen novel (Persuasion, in case you needed to know), Iron and Wine playing in the background, and NO BABIES ALLOWED (I love to bath with Zeke but it isnt exactly the same, ya know?) Josh recommended candles and had to be reminded that I have a freaky candle thing. I seriously CANNOT relax if there is a candle anywhere near me. I am convinced the house will light on fire and put the candle out if I so much as have to leave the room to use the bathroom and jump about a mile if it flickers (imagining it suddenly exploding or something), not to mention if a cat goes anywhere near it. I never lock my car or my front door, my passwords and pin numbers are all insanely easy to guess, I walk around in the dark downtown whenever I feel the need and constantly talk to homeless men but man oh man do I worry about candles. And Zombies.
Anyways, the contractions lasted until midnight. They lasted all thru the night as I tried to sleep. They lasted almost all thru New Years day. They never got stronger. They never stopped until probably 5 pm. So weak and pittly (lovin' that word) that I could ignore them at will but never stopping all the same.
You would think I would be really irritated at this point. Especially as they stopped. But I think I was right yesterday, entering the new year was strangely calming. Now that I've passed that deadline that I set for myself I am suddenly free. The baby WILL be born in January 2010, there is no other option. So suddenly it doesnt matter if its the 1st or the 20th. It is all the same in a way. Babies evidently dont care about taxes.
PS Just had another weak-ass contraction. So I guess they didnt stop so much as had a 3 hour break? Who knows what's going on...