messing with my head - part 2

Mike and I said a while ago that the most inconvenient time for me to go into labor would be Saturday night/Sunday morning... the Lord has a sense of humor!

Yesterday started out quite eventful. I awoke at 2am with contractions. I logged them for a couple of hours at about 10 min apart. When Mike awoke around 4 and I told him there was a possibility of labor. He showered and began preparing for church, just in case. After a couple more hours of slowly but progressing contractions, we called Pastor Tim to fill in preaching for Mike. Grandparents were called in to come get Jackson.

The contractions felt differently than before, but I didn't think much of it. I had back labor exclusively with Jackson because of his position in the womb. The doctors have told me she is not in that position, so I knew the contractions would likely feel much differently. They kept getting closer and closer - and increasing in intensity & pain [which is what the books says is a sign of true labor, not false labor]. It was frustrating how slowly they were progressing, but at least they were progressing.

Finally around 11am I reached the point of nearly an hour of contractions that were 3-5 minutes apart - the point when we are to call the Dr and head to the hospital. Mike loaded up the van only to come back in and find out that the contractions had stopped without explanation.

I cannot explain to you the level of frustration felt.

Praise God Jackson was able to spend the day and night last night with my in laws. We rested and caught up on sleep. Which is good because who knows when we'll be at the whole thing again.