False Alarm

Well, it happened. 

We made a trip to the hospital and were sent home.  I guess it was bound to happen.  I woke Tuesday morning with some minor contractions, nothing out of the ordinary.  I went to my appointment, where I was checked  - 2cm and 70% effaced.  And that must have triggered me for the rest of the day.  The contractions were consistent anywhere from 4-7 minutes apart (based on my non overly accurate iphone app) and lasting at least a minute long.  By the evening I was have pretty bad accompanying back pain and by 9pm more pain overall.  They told me to come in to get checked.

We pretty much knew it wasn't the real the deal, but part of me was terrified of poo-pooing it and then being on the side of the road delivering a baby because I waited too long. 

Well, no change from the morning and were told to go home and wait.  We got back home around 1am.  I finally ate and went to bed.  

Contractions are back to being their good ol' inconsistent selves.  

This is when I'd welcome another broken bag of waters.  

Non-negotiable. 

Going home with a baby.

Anyway, that's all I got. Hopefully she doesn't get too comfortable in there. 

Maybe I can entice her with some turkey, stuffing, and the Hayes family cranberry sauce (seriously, if you hate cranberries - which most do - you life will be changed with our recipe!)