Friday night Ashley started feeling contractions but we weren't sure if they were real or just practice contractions (called Braxton-Hicks contractions in the biz). So we started timing them and flipping through the "What to Expect.." book to see what else it can tell us (what did people do before that book???). Ashley didn't have any of the other symptoms of labor that the book described and it also recommended that if Ashley moved around and changed position and this slowed the contractions, then it was probably false labor. And that is what we saw. So we were pretty sure that it was not real. And it passed after a few hours.
But the little event made me realize a few things:
1. This happened right at the time we were going to bed, and I was tired, and if it was real, we probably had a long, grumpy day ahead of us,
2. We realized there are still things we have yet to do. Pack a bag with clothes for Ashley and Brandon and wash all of Brandon's clothes and blankets, and just prepare those last few things. And time is winding down.
3. And finally, I was nervous. Not so much about Ashley going into labor but that Brandon was going to be here soon and relying on us. Obviously, I have known this day was coming but now we have to actually be parents. It felt like Ashley sprung a pop quiz on me.
But maybe it was also excitement. I usually mix those two emotions up.
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