Well, friends, I think I'm in labor. I started feeling odd (read: even more uncomfortable than usual) during dinner last night, but wasn't sure if it was contractions or not. My husband told me that's what I felt like about 24 hours before Susannah, our second, was born. I tried not to get my hopes up.
We put the kids to bed and then instead of going to bed myself, which would have been smart if I had any inkling I might be going into labor, Andrew and I stayed up and watched an episode of Dr. Who. We went to bed sometime after 11pm. I think I may have had a contraction that awakened me around 1am, but I definitely was awakened by a contraction around 3am. And I've been sort of dosing and contracting ever since.
My husband woke up at one point and asked if I was OK (not because of anything I was doing at the moment, just because that's been his greeting to me for the last week or so). I said "Yes" and he rolled over. I hope my husband will forgive me for telling the internet that I am in labor before confirming it with him—I figured at least one of us should get some sleep.
I am up having something to eat (easily digestible this time...), so my contractions have gotten less intense. I think I'll go back to bed and see if they get a little more serious. I want to have this kid before tomorrow.
Here's a parting belly shot, believe it or not, from a couple of weeks ago. I'm probably bigger than this now. And no, I am not having twins. :)
Hopefully, the next photos I post will include a baby!