Oh the Misery!

I may being a bit overdramatic, but this is getting ridiculous. In addition to having apparently NO patience whatsoever, AND having my body trick me into thinking I was going into labor last night, I have come down with The World's Worst Cold in the last two days.

Let's start with last night. I fell asleep around 11 and apparently my cold made me snore so loudly that when I woke up at midnight, Zach's side of the bed was empty. I got him from the living room and tried to go back to sleep. Having a cold makes a gal toss and turn, but pregnancy doesn't really allow for the tossing part, and the turning takes time and lots of energy. I laid awake for a long time and then got kind of excited because I started having some really good contractions. They were making me breathe hard, making my back hurt and seemed to be coming every 20 minutes for more than an hour.

But then they subsided.

Disappointed and sleepy, I finally started snoozing again around 2:00am. At about 4:00, another hard contraction woke me up. They kept me awake until about 6:00, and I was seriously considering calling my parents so they could start the drive down, but by then they had stopped once again. Still hoping that more contractions would wake me up later, I left Zach a note telling him about my sleepless night and asking him to work from home for the morning, just in case.

Isaac was up 30 minutes later, but Zach let me sleep from 6:00 until about 9:30am. No more contractions. Ugh.

I got up feeling a burning sore throat and a fully clogged and runny nose. yuck.

Thank God that Isaac was super adorable and good this morning. While Zach worked and I read a book, Isaac played on in tunnel made out of couch cushions, put his babies to bed with little bottles in their shoebox crib, and then discovered he could climb in and out of his toybox. He's starting to climb more and more, so that has made some previously toddler-friendly rooms more dangerous. Not wanting to fight yet another battle unless it's really worth fighting, I weighed the pros and cons of letting him climb in his toybox. He might get hurt, but it'd really only be a little bump. He might break the toybox, but it's pretty unlikely. He might have so much fun that I can finish my book undisturbed. Yeah, I think I'll let him.

I've had a few contractions since I've been up, but nothing out of the ordinary.

In case you're unfamiliar with the process, what we're hoping to get to is contractions that are five minutes apart, lasting one minute, for one hour. It's the 5-1-1 formula. Also, if my water breaks, I'd have to go in right away because of the increased risk of infection. I recently read that only 8% of women's water breaks before labor starts--I didn't know it was so low!

Anyway, I need to go take advantage of these Izey-free hours to try to catch up on some lost sleep. Keep cheering for my uterus!