Before I had Luke, I would never have guessed that "going into labor" was not a black and white, clear-cut process. We've all seen the movies with the woman's water breaking in the middle of the restaurant, or the woman doubled over with contractions, racing in a taxi to the hospital.
With Luke, I had Braxton-Hicks contractions from about 37 weeks on, so on the night I did go into labor, the only way I could figure out if this was the real deal was to take a shower at 3am to see if the contractions went away. They didn't. It also helped that my water broke around 5am, giving me confidence that this boy was actually ready to come.
Last night, after an afternoon of just feeling "off", I began contracting every 6-9 minutes for almost 3 hours. My family was on stand-by, our bags were packed, I even jumped in the shower to shave my legs. But, as you can see, there are no pictures of a brand-new baby girl! Around 11:30, the contractions slowly started spacing back out and Rog and I were able to fall asleep.
I wish they would show these types of scenarios in the movies!
My contractions are noticeably stronger today, still, but I'm assuming that can go on for a while?? Just another example of God teaching our family to rely on His timing and not our own!
This morning, we told Luke that we thought Laney might come last night, but she must have just been teasing us. He thought that was pretty funny that she tricked us and said, "Yeah! Laney said, (in his Laney voice) 'Okay, I'm ready to come out now ... No I'm not!'"
Your timing Lord, but today would be a pretty great day to have a baby!