So if you’ve been following LA Daddy’s blog you’ll know that I’ve just finally finished working - at 39 weeks pregnant - and now I’m a woman of leisure. I’ve spent the past two days ‘fiddling around’ at home. Today I turned into Becky Home-ec-y. I made pumpkin bread and cookies and managed to run out of both butter and margarine. LA Daddy’s numerous trips to the store have begun and our baby’s not made her arrival yet!

Now on to the other kind of laboring. For the past couple of days I’ve been losing my mucus plug - or as the doctors prefer to call it - ‘bloody show’ - EWW! Can’t they come up with a better term for it? Sure it’s bloody… but it’s not entertaining like a show would be. Again - Ewww! Anyhow, this is one of the signs that birth is imminent and likely only a few days away. Hooray!

So last night I woke up at about 2am with major pressure and cramping and serious hunger. Since I couldn’t get comfortable I decided to get up and eat something. I was quite groggy and was still experiencing the pressure and cramping. About 1/2 way through my peanut butter toast I realized that the pressure seemed to be coming and going. Holy crap! Was I in labor? I grabbed my watch, paper and a pen and decided to get serious. 3 minutes later another contraction, and another about 4 minutes later. Holy crap! I need to wake LA Daddy or do I? With LA Toddlers labor, the contractions were REALLY HARD by the time they were 3 minutes apart. These were just uncomfortable. 20 minutes later I had another one. Then about 30 minutes later another one. Damn. “False” labor. Back to bed I went.

Today has been more of the above. A contraction here and there but nothing worth writing down. It seems as though if I pick up the pen and watch start counting they stop. Is this LA Baby’s way of teasing me?

LA Daddy is worried (like all parents) that she’ll be born and something will go wrong. We’ve been through this before and I’m confident that this time will be easier, quicker, a little more relaxed, etc. But now I’m beginning to think that maybe what ‘goes wrong’ will be that I’m not paying attention and we’ll wait too long to go to the hospital and we’ll have a FREEWAY BABY!