False alarms. I really hate them. My third pregnancy and you'd think I would recognize true and false labor. Sunday morning at 5:45, I started having hard contractions that came every 12 minutes. Just when we were going to make the call and get all the balls rolling, the contractions stopped as quickly as they had begun. I had mild ones for hours, but the drama had ended. I was left feeling slightly dejected for the rest of the day. It's like being pumped up for the big game and then being told the game has been cancelled.
So here I am on the morning of the 4th day of my 39th week. She is not very active today. Perhaps she is gathering her strength, like the calm before a storm.
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