Here is how my internal monologue has gone since about midnight:
“I am restless. What snacks do we have in the house?
I could make popcorn but that’s noisy.
Hmmm, I seem to be having a cramp… an intestinal pain… was it something I ate?
Oh, no. No it wasn’t. Holy crap, okay, relax–ow–relax–breathe, breathe breathe HOLY CRAP– oh, it’s going away. Going away. Okay. I can handle this.
Oooh, we’ve got rice crackers!”
And so on, repeating roughly every 20 minutes or so.
Things have definitely started moving, but this could be a very slow labor that lasts a day or so before I need to go to the hospital (which means, of course, that Jeremy will be proven correct with his guess about Bean arriving on 22 February). Surprisingly, the pain of a contraction is not bad. During the early phase, you can even sleep through them or between them (I did, from about 2:30 am onward). It is like a rough menstrual period or, for you men, a bout of intestinal flu without the, um, exciting discharge. The pain starts low in the back and radiates around to the front. Then it spreads up the bump as a hard contraction that doesn’t hurt much at all, but does make you stop whatever you’re doing and pay attention.
And it’s a gorgeous day here in the West Midlands, ideal for being born. It is sunny, about 55 degrees. Trev and I walked for an hour this morning in the park, watching the running club and all the junior league soccer teams enjoying themselves. There were dog walkers and the requisite older guy in tweed with wellies on. We puzzled over a strange tree, and Trev guessed it was a monkey puzzle tree. He was right. I’ve been grazing at food, I’ve had a lovely nap, and am about to head out again with Mom. Hopefully we’ll meet baby soon, but it could be another day or so.
*********UPDATE 20:30 GMT************
Nothing yet. More action on the hour-long walk in the Lickeys; I think Bean has dropped a little more because my navel has inverted. Things came to a dead stop around 4 pm during my shower, and now have started up again following an accupressure treatment from my lovely husband. But still, 17-20 minutes apart and not agonizing. And Bean has hiccups.