I was up half the night with uncomfortable Braxton-Hicks contractions. Maybe in my late night delirium, they seemed more painful and regular, like I was really going into labor. But, as the story has been this last week or more, when I get up in the morning, it stops, i.e. doesn't progress any further.
I also had a doc's appt this morning. Sparing you the particulars, the doc said things looked like I could go tonight, but as "predicting" babies is still an unknown science, she couldn't be 100% either. I'm scheduled for a stress test (via a fetal heart monitor) on Friday just to make sure the baby is still managing alright in there, but you can guess that I hope my return trip will be tonight. Drew proposes we go mall walking this evening, which is supposed to help things along.
