Between 11 and 12 at night the paranoia kicks in. As it approaches the time for me to get to bed, I start to get one or more of the following: Depressed, Anxious, or Paranoid. Last night, I was feeling more contractions. They still hadn't gained in strength, duration, pain, but *maybe* they were gaining in quantity. What if something was happening and I was just assuming it was ok?? But I am proud to announce that I read that dehydration could lead to more of this tightening, so I drank a few cups of water and that almost immediately seemed to feel like things were relaxing (could have been psychological, but I'll take what I can get!) and plan to keep well-hydrated and I think I will be A-Ok. So far this AM I haven't felt any contractions -- and remember: it's normal to feel some, it just seemed like I was feeling a lot all of a sudden.
Anyway, all of this makes me think about how my body seems to have developed a whole new language. My body and I have figured out how to communicate fairly well over the past 28 years, but now it has learned new words that I don't seem to know yet. It doesn't seem fair, but I guess over the next three or four months it will make itself loud and clear.

I think I have successfully changed my settings so that anyone can post comments (don't have to be "registered") and the boy has been kicking a lot this morning, so I am going to assume he is trying to say hello to all of you.
3 comments:
hi to you, too, baby! :)
Hi Ignace! It's Daddy! I'm working! ...kind of.
Thanks, Liz, now I can leave messages! I think you are more aware than I ever was; body pillow -- great idea! mom-in-law
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