Is it really the middle of April?

Wow - I can't believe I haven't posted anything since August of last year. They always say time goes by faster the older you get...especially once kids are in the mix. Well, that is the serious truth! I feel like I've been pregnant with Isaac's little sister forever - maybe because I was a lunatic with the pregnancy tests and was taking one a week, so I literally found out I was pregnant the first humanly day possible! And here I am 38.5 weeks in losing my mind. It's like I've never been through this before - but wait - maybe because I haven't! Isaac made his appearance 12 days early - so this whole thing about going on 39 weeks is INSANE to me. Not to mention the nerves I'm feeling because I've been having contractions like mad, but no other signs of labor, again - nothing like what I experienced with Isaac. My storybook delivery, which so many of you curse me about, is now haunting me, because now all I can think about is, crap - what if my water doesn't break first, and what if I don't really know if this is real or not, and yikes, I have a pretty high tolerance for pain, but I don't want to end up giving birth to this kid in the car. UGH - so much to think about and all everyone keeps telling me is to relax. HA - Cheri relax, right....

Last night is the perfect example. Contractions started up about 9 p.m. and they weren't the little Braxton Hicks I've been dealing, they were the dagger in the goods feeling, so I look at Mark and say, “OK - let's start timing them.” Well, a few more came and went, but none of them were lasting for than a few seconds...but 2 hours of this? Mark asks me, "so what do you want to do?" And I say, “I dunno...maybe I should take a shower.” So that's what I did. A few more contractions came and went, and then the lull...so, we decided to go to bed. And here I am today, still prego and bigger than I was yesterday!

Good times in prego land...